2237-06-25 - Raptors Down

Cylon ground forces take down a pair of Raptors in the city.

Date: 2237-06-25

Location: East Kearney, Picon

Related Scenes: None

Plot: Operation: Cat and Mouse

Scene Number: 801

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The Cylons have rolled through Paran and continued onward to the next city inland - East Kearney. The Picons have been trying to stem the tide, but it's been pretty brutal urban combat as Centurions and other sundry Cylon models flood the city. They've requested assistance from the CF to take out a couple fortified Cylon positions near the city center. They'd rather not just level the buildings - there are still civilians in the city - so they're sending in marines.

In the first Raptor, Astraea and Bami have just unloaded their marine squad in a city park and are taking off again to join the air cover city. There are scattered aerial engagements as the competing forces clash in the skies. Tucker's bird is inbound to drop his squad (the rest of the PCs) off a couple blocks over.

You can take the girl out of EOD, but you can't take the EOD out of the girl. Abigail, fresh off a week or more sitting a desk, is kitted out as per usuall, because you never know when you might need some strategic application of explosives...large or small. She's switched out her rifle for an SMG, though, in deference to the possible close quarters approach, and also has her sidearm with her. A few grenades as per always. She's happy to sit in the corner, making her list and checking it twice.

Reaching up to flip a few of the switches to drop flares to try to keep the missiles off of the Raptor, Tucker grips the controls tightly. "Landing zone coming up!" he calls out into the comms. "Clutch, get the door ready to open, we're going to drop and go!" he calls out. The Raptor weaves between the buildings coming up on the city center as it prepares to drop it's Marines to join in the fight.

Clutch rises from her seat and moves to grab the handle of the door to prepare to open it. "Good luck out there, Marines!" she calls out, waiting for Tucker's signal to open the door and disgorge the Marines once they touch down.

"Flats, Nova-" Astraea is comfortable at the stick as they fly. Maybe not wholly, considering she'd rather be on Picon doing sweeps to find Razor, but inserts and exfil are sort of old hat for her. This is easy work. "The kids are at school." It's fun teasing the marines where they can't hear. At least those who have been delivered; she's not sure if he's broadcasting to his busload. She hits the vertical thrusters, angling for takeoff. "Returnin' ta rendezvous ta await ya." Cutting comms, she casts a brief glance over her shoulder towards Bami. "Jes' keep an eye on our six, but seems skies are clear for th' moment." Just another day at work playing taxi.

Picon. Mike's probably be happy never to set foot on its ground again, but here he is, kitted up and ready to go with his medical gear and sidearm and his jocular disposition that has him grinning like an asshole at the marine across from him after making some inappropriate comment that included hand gestures. The toothpick in his mouth gets flicked to the other side of his mouth with an unseen movement of his tongue, the only indication that he has a tiny bit of nerves about this engagement.

"This aint' too bad," Bami points out. "I always figured bus duty was this awful thing, but we're droppin' em where they need to go." He cuts his chatter with the pilot for a moment to check over DRADIS. "Things look good for now, Nova."

Either the ride in is smoother this time or Aleksander is just biased but he is sitting in the second Raptor with the other Marines, waiting for them to land so they can disembark in a hurry. He already has his pack ready in one hand and weapon in the other, all he is waiting for is for the door to open up and the go order to be given. He can feel the speed of the Raptor beginning to slow after descending quickly, which is the signal that they are about to touchdown.

Once she's double and triple checked everything, Abigail rises from her seat, holding on to the nearest whatever bit of the raptor won't rip off if she grabs it, to move a little, loosen up, before they drop. She moves, enough to get a look out the front window, to get an idea of where they're heading in, what it looks like they're likely to see once they touch down.

Cate is sitting near Miko, rolling her eyes at the exchange between him and the other marine. "Nice, Kovac," she remarks with wry disapproval. Then Tucker's calling out that they're nearing the landing zone and she pulls her SMG up to one knee in anticipation of the landing.

Astraea rolls Alertness: Great Success (8 8 8 7 6 6 4 2)

Bami rolls Alertness: Great Success (8 7 7 7 6 6 5 3 1)

In the first Raptor, Bami and Astraea both see Cylon troops moving below them down streets that were supposed to be under friendly control according to the mission briefing. With the troops is an armored vehicle of some sort. There's barely any chance to react before a poof of smoke appears over the top rear of the vehicle and a missile shoots up from the ground toward them.

"Twenty seconds to landing!" Tucker calls out over the comms, before switching to frequencies. "Nova, Flats, copy that. Starting to drop our package now. See you back topside for cookies and milk." there's a definite smirk in his voice as he lifts his head. "Clutch, get ready to open!"

Clutch pulls the door release, holding onto the side of it as a blast of warm Picon air chases out the stale recycled air of the cockpit, washing over the Marines as the ECO swivels around to prepare to usher the Marines out once they touch down.

Abigail, hearing Tucker's call back into the crew cabin, such as it is, moves into position in the back of the general rabble of Marines, one hand holding her weapon at low ready, the other still handing on to whatever bit of the raptor she can find. Be a hell of a think to turn into a bowling ball at the wrong moment.

Miko makes a kissing noise at Cate, but there is a subtle wink that follows it as if in some kind of way to soften his bravado for the fellow medic. As the hatch opens, Miko takes a big lungful of the air of his homeward, then reaches for the five point harness to release him from his rumble seat.

The bay door is open and Aleksander can see the city outside, he can also see that they are still in the air, the Raptor getting ready to touch down. His own free hand, like the other Marines, are reaching for the safety harness, ready to release once the orders to go is given. He's ready, adrenaline pumping now as they are about to step onto the battlefield.

"Copy tha-" but Astraea spots it, through the canopy. "Wait a sec-" She swears, colorfully, and mashes the comms. "Flats, Nova, belay that! Street at vector-" she blurts out the coordinates, "is not clear, repeat, not clear!" The Raptor jerks to the side harsh enough that if they still had passengers, they'd be risking whiplash, but it's not quick enough. The missile's targeting is dead on and hits the bird's engine, sending up a gout of flame that burns through the Caprican sky. "Vanguard Flight," for any who may be listening, including Flats, "this is Nova, we've been hit and are goin' down." She relies on Bami to manage broadcasting their location... Providing he's still conscious back there. She hopes he is. Prays he is. She's been too busy to even dare to look. If not, well, she'll get that done, provided she can manage to land the thing.

Cate, like the others, is unstrapping at the thirty second mark. Miko gets another eyeroll at the kissy-noise, but it's a friendly one that shows no actual offense taken.

By the time Bami makes a read it's just too late. "We got inbound, and-" Frak. The bird's hit, and it's damned bad. He starts going over diagnostics, typing away at the controls before taking a glance over to the pilots direction. "Frak! Got our location out, but frak!" His shouting dies down when it's clear they're going down, and he starts swearing under his breath in some false hope to calm himself down.

Abigail, always with an ear for whatever's coming over the comms, swivels her head around at the message coming from the other raptor. She knows better than to start yelling, so it's silence from her, though she does do another check of what equipment she has with her. All ears for the comms, and the direction offered on the comms. This is like...a gift with purchase on a very bad purchase.

One of the senior Vanguard pilots is in the air over a different part of the city. He assesses the relative positions of their ships and squads and comes over the comms. "Flats, Lefty. Divert your squad to pick up Nova and Meteor. Be careful - the Cylons are flanking friendly positions and we don't know what kind of forces are in the area."

"Clutch, lock that door down and get back to station!" Tucker calls out as soon as Astraea sends the alert. "Nova, Flats! Sing out-- frak! Vanguard, Flats, Nova's down, repeat, Nova's down! Going to drop Marines in recovery vector, seven four-eight, mark two! Marines, prepare for hot drop!" he calls out loud, a worried glance in the rearview at Cate's seat befors his attention whips back around to the window, the mirrored visor to block out the sun not showing his face.

"Lefty, Flats. Copy that, moving to drop them near where Nova went down, over." he returns his attention back to the inside of the Raptor. "Hold on, Marines, Triple A called, we have a Raptor that needs roadside assistance."

Astraea rolls Piloting: Good Success (7 7 6 5 5 4 4 3 3)

"Looks like this just turned into a search and rescue, folks." Miko says, staying his action to release him from his harness, lest the ride there be bumpier than just a normal landing. There is sort of a wide-eyed look to Cate, his lips thinning.

Well, you can't blame a girl for anticipation. After ten years, this is still her jam. Abigail moves back to where she was seated, pulling open her duffel, pulling out a few smaller tools, things she can use to work with a damaged raptor, filling up her pockets like a squirrel storing away nuts, before she moves back into position. "It wasn't before?"

When the mission is changed, Aleksander sits back into the seat, waiting for the inevitable downward force when the Raptor kicks its engines into full power to gain some altitude. The strap stays secured for now, the tempting landscape suddenly closed off. They were almost off of the transport, so close.

"Hol' on tight," Astraea hisses through her teeth. She's unable to get to the comms at the moment, leave a message after the beep. The Raptor careens through the cityscape, streaming smoke from behind. It's an unfortunate marker for all surrounding as to where they're going. Useful for the rescue team, perhaps, but a poor thing for the humans in regards to cylon forces in the area. Nova keeps control enough that they don't crash into any of the buildings and only scrape their wings on a few window fronts before she manages to pull up the throttle so that rather than going nose-first into a city street, they glide along on the belly of the craft; crushing the landing gear and shearing off a wing on the corner of a clothing boutique. "...Flats, Nova-" Her voice is exhausted, but coherent. She's alert. A good sign. "Meteor will... get coordinates to you... momentarily." She's struggling with her straps, then, unbuckling to start heading towards the rear of the craft.

Cate sits down as well, holding on to one of the brace bars with one hand and her weapon in the other. "Hot to smoking hot maybe, Walker?" she offers lightly. Miko gets a look - eyebrows arched questioningly. "Welcome home, I guess," she says grimly.

The Raptor lurches again as it takes off. They head in towards Nova and Bami's last known position. But even before they get to the place where the other Raptor had enemy contact, alarms are going off inside the Raptor. Missile incoming! Despite Tucker's best efforts to evade, the missile strikes the side of the craft near the hatch. A hole is ripped in the side, letting air rush in. Poor Clutch is thrown back from the door, riddled with shrapnel, and a plume of flame juts into the passenger cabin. Demsey, one of the marines sitting next to the hatch, screams as his uniform jacket is now burning. The Raptor starts spinning and heading down.

"Just the way I like it, Rhodes. I was getting splinters sitting that desk." Abigail actually seems a bit more pep in her step than should strictly be allowed in such situations. But all of that takes a dive, as she's throw hard into the side of the raptor at the missile impact. Once she manages to arrest her tumble, her head swivels, trying to get a handle on what's going on. As far back as she was in the raptor, it's Tucker she looks to first, to ensure that he's still in good working order, even as a hand reaches for the extinguisher that's on the pilot's left side.

When their Raptor is hit as well, Aleksander's can't help but raise his free arm to shield his face when the explosion rips a hole in their ride. When he lowers his arm, the horror if a shredded ECO and burning Marine greets him. The Tauron is definitely tempted to unstrap and try to put the fire out on his comrade in arms but they are now in a spin, which makes removing the harness foolish and suicidal. They can only brace for impact which he does, his head tucked against his chest, hand up to his helmet.

The wild's ride, and Bami holds onto his seat as the Raptor goes crashing down. He shuts his eyes when impact comes, and lets out a sigh of relief when he's still alive. "Already done, Nova." Bami's already done with the console at this point, and is getting ready to move. When the straps do come loose he hops from his seat, stretching a bit before stepping away from the console to follow behind the pilot.

Miko's first reaction is to reach out for Rhodes, throwing his arm across her chest and leaning in front as if to shield her from the blast. Or maybe it's just an elaborate ruse to feel her up. It's a fifty/fifty shot according to the rumors. "Shit shit shit." His fist slams down on the release for his harness now so he can make a dive for the wounded bouncing around the interior of the Raptor.

Cate jerks back with a startled noise when the missile hit, raising her hands to shield her face. The impact jerks her sideways, so it's actually probably a good thing Mikolas is grabbing onto her. Keeps her from falling off the bench. "Frakking hell," she mumbles, trying to get her bearings. "Kovac hang onto something," she warns him when he unbuckles himself.

As they exit the Raptor, Astraea and Bami can see the second Raptor spinning and trailing smoke - visible over the tops of buildings maybe two or three blocks to the west. Their immediate area seems clear of Cylons - for now.

"Start rippin' out th' black box," Astraea instructs Bami as she clambers out of the cockpit. "We dunno how long 'til they'll be able ta' blow 'er up, so we needta leave it as useless as possible." As if the blown engine weren't already. She grabs the emergency SMG within the Raptor and the small, emergency first kit before getting to the manual controls on the hatch. Just in time to open it and see the other Raptor falling from the sky. "Shit," she hisses, watching it as it goes. "Hurry," she calls, over to Bami. "Our ride jes' fell an' I dunno when we go 'nother comin' in. Dunno if they'll be able ta get ta us, so we're gonna go ta them."

Abigail, thank the gods she doesn't believe in for her sea legs, manages not to go sprawlng as the raptor continues to plummet and she tries to get, using one hand to keep herself in position against the hull, and go to any places that nee fire extinguishing. Be a hell of a thing to explode pose explosion.

"Gotcha," Bami calls out. He heads back to grab the ship's black box, and a pistol on the way out. He stops to stare up at the other Raptor, muttering something unintelligible. He checks the pistol then, and moves on further with Astraea. "I sent out our spot to Flats, but we need to see if they got any survivors, Nova." He looks to her, brow furrowing and the grip of his pistol tightening.

Abigail rolls Athletics: Failure (5 5 2 1 1)

Cate rolls Athletics: Success (7 5 5 4 4 3 3)

Mikolas rolls Athletics: Good Success (8 7 6 6 5 4 2 1)

As the Raptor rolls in and the missile slams into the side of it, Tucker barely has a chance to yell "Brace, brace!" before he's fight for controls that aren't there, the stick lifeless as hydraulics bleed from beneath the Raptor, pouring out as a thick black smoke. The whole Raptor sings with the sounds of it's death, a 'whoop whoop whoop' of multiple Master Warnings and Fire Alarms before the dreaded, "Terrain, terrain, pull up.."

"Frak..." Tucker tries to pull hard on the stick, dumping all the fuel into the manuvering thrusters that are primarily only for space travel as he tries to cushion the ride, but they slam in nose first into the ground, the front of the Raptor crumpling in and crushing as it slides and tumbles across the city square before smashing through the wall of a fountain base of a large statue in the middle of the square, steam and smoke rising from the ship as the Marines try to gather. Tucker's head slams into the console, and for several moments he's unresponsive, before with a groan, he leans back in his seat. "Think I pissed myself." he mutters.

It's the water from the fountain leaking into the Raptor's cockpit, actually, but still, he's groggy, and his helmet's good and cracked and will probably have a large goose-egg knot on his head later as he reaches to fumble with his harness.

Cate tells Miko to grab something, but it's probably not the something she has in mind. Instead he body rushes Clutch to wrap him up in a tangle of limbs and help cushion the body of the shrapnel riddled man from the impact of the crash. They go bouncing about, but at least neither breaks their neck in the process.

Cate is slammed into the bulkhead and bench on the impact, but her armor and hold on the grab-bar saves her from more than some bumps and bruises. "Ow, frak." She dropped her SMG at some point - it goes skittering across the floor of the ship, but it's got the safety on at least so no harm done. Shaking off her wrenched arm, she looks around as the Raptor finally comes to a halt. "Who's hurt?" Her eyes go to Mikolas and Clutch first, then a brief glance is spared toward the cockpit. "Tucker?" she calls, her voice sounding shaken.

Don't worry, all you happy folk who bothered to stay strapped in, or had better luck that her, Abigail will take one for the team! Just as she's about to try to hit the trigger to put out some sparks on the side of the panel that's been blown out by the missile, Tucker decides to land, the impact throwing her clear across the raptor, the edge of one of the storage cabinets catching her right in the ribs. The crack is more palpable than audible, though, thanks the gods, so those medics don't come rushing over. She'll just lay in a heap for a second while she catches a breath that's no longer all that easy to catch.

"That's th' plan," Astraea notes to Bami as she hops down from the Raptor. She keeps her helmet on, squinting up at the sky for the trail from the other Raptor, tracking its trajectory and where it fell. "Keep ta th' buildin's. I don't see any Cylons, but..." Who knows. There's rocks and there were troop movements where intel said there shouldn't be. She shoulders the first aid kit and tucks the SMG to her shoulder, moving off and away from their downed bird. Likely fearing it'll attract attention soon. "Once we get closer, we'll try reachin' 'em on short-wave."

If the door hasn't been ripped open to the crashed Raptor, Aleksander would see to it first. Undoing the straps that kept him from being a pinball inside the transport, he hefts his gear and goes for the exit as the others secure each other. Instead of trying to put out any small fires or tending to wounded people, something he isn't suited for, the Tauron would try to create an exit for people to leave and try to survey the area for any hostiles. If there are Cylons nearby, it's best that the rest of the squad knows about it.

Abigail, once she finally gets enough of her wits around her to pick herself up, moves into a low crouch, taking in the rest of the team, including Tucker, whom she's still close enough to. And close enough to heat his comment, "Good thing they make you wear diapers under there." A hand moves, instinctively, to touch her ribs, but she forces it away, instead hoisting herself up to her feet, heading to the front, "Need help?"

Astraea rolls Alertness: Good Success (8 7 6 6 5 5 4 1)

Aleksander rolls Alertness: Failure (4 4 3 3 3 2 2 1)

Bami rolls Alertness: Good Success (7 7 6 5 5 2 1 1 1)

Aleksander rolls Alertness: Good Success (8 7 7 4 4 3 3 2)

As Astraea and Bami move toward the second crash site, they hear a metallic clanking up ahead. Cylons! If they hurry, they can probably take cover in one of the buildings before they're spotted.

"We're good. We're good." Miko groans at Cate as he tries to disentangle himself from Clutch, though the medic's shoulder seems to be tweaked as he attempts move it. "Not near as bad as falling out of Dani's treehouse." He manages a thin smile as he does a quick visual assessment of Clutch, even if he's already wearing the other man's blood. "You with me? We need to move."

"Frak," Bami grumbles while taking one more glance towards the other crashing Raptor. "Alright," he mutters, "alright. We'll do this." He starts scanning the area, eyes turning left and right. "We got movement," he whispers while pulling her under the shadows of the closest building. "Don't think they've seen us, yet."

Cate rubs her arm, relief flitting across her face when she hear's Tucker's voice. "Walker, you okay?" she asks, though the other woman seems to be moving around all right. She moves over to check on poor crispy Dempsey, who was burned and shredded by the missile hit. Martinez, the other marine in the ship, wasn't badly injured so he moves with Aleksander towards the hatch.

When Meteor mentions movement, Astraea pauses briefly and cocks her head to listen. She tsks quietly, nodding sharply in agreement. There's a gesture, with one hand, to a nearby building. She's going silent for the moment, just in case. The woman takes off, crouched slightly, towards the corner of the building in the hopes of getting there before they're spotted.

Outside the Raptor, Aleksander sees movement across the square that Tucker crashed into, metallic forms briefly visible between parked cars and abandoned merchant stalls.

Undoing his restraints, Tucker grunts. "Yeah.." he reaches down and grabs his package. "...okay, it's the fountain, didn't piss myself." he reports as he moves to pull himself out of the seat. "Spare rifle's frakked. Hand me one of those Marine rifles." he manages as he reaches to pull off his helmet.

Bami idly nods, but doesn't wait to get a good sight on the Cylons. The ECO takes a moment to check his pistol, and after that follows behind Nova once more. He crouches down low, and takes one last glance behind him before going further into the building.

"Five by five, Rhodes!" It's a lie, but whatever. Abigail, seeing Tucker already getting himself in hand, literally as well as figuratively, heads to grab one of the rifles that's not already claimed by the marines actually in the raptor. She grabs the backup SMG as well for good measure. One she brings back to Tucker, the other she slings over her shoulder, pilot's choice. She barks back, "We need a visual on the street, and an exit strategy!" Grab what you need, but we've got to clear this raptor!

"We have contacts inbound across the square, we need to move out!" Aleksander says as he looks over his shoulders, updating those that are still checking on wounded people inside the downed bird. He then looks at Martinez and motions to other Marine that he, himself, will reposition to the left by the stone pillars. With that done, he is off, moving fast in a hunched position so he will provide a smaller profile to the incoming Cylons while moving passed abandoned cars.

Over the radio, Lefty is trying to raise the downed Raptor crews. "Flats, Nova, report. What's your status?"

Astraea rolls Stealth: Success (6 6 4 3 3 3 3 2 2)

Bami rolls Stealth: Success (7 7 5 5 4 3 1)

"Alright, buddy, this is going to hurt like frak." Miko notes as he shifts backwards, dragging Clutch up and onto his shoulder like a sack of bloody potatoes. It's less a groan and more of a half-scream as the medic flips the other man's body and straightens.

Bami and Astraea take cover just in the nick of time. From their hiding place, they can see a squad of mixed Cylon Centurions and worker models heading around the corner in the general direction of the other Raptor. Smoke rising to the sky marks the position pretty clearly.

"Shit," Astraea breaths quietly when those models go past. The woman remains down by the corner of the building, even though her legs ache. She's short. She's curvy. She's not build for staying put in a squat for a period of time. That's for marines. She's like Cherry; meant for hanging out in the Mess eating snacks and hanging out! Still, the woman looks towards the smoke in the distance and takes a slow breath. She reaches for the comm and taps twice. The universal signal for 'alert, danger in the area.' Hopefully they're near enough for the other team to pick up on it on their own shortwave.

Cate takes Abigail at her word for now - she has other things to occupy her attention. She gets an autoinjector of morpha into Dempsey and unbuckles him from his harness. "My SMG is down there somewhere," she tells Tucker, slanting him a concerned look. She'll take Dempsey's rifle since he won't be using it.

Martinez looks over at Aleksander, "How many you see?" He's got his rifle ready, looking for more signs of chrome.

Abigail, already moving away from the pilot's seat, will leave it to Tucker to grab Cate's weapon, as she's already pushing forward. "Everyone who can grab someone, grab someone, you heard the Corporal. We've got incoming." She also moves towards the hatch, attempting her own scan of the area, with eyes towards the best and closest escape route.

"You heard the sergeant." Tucker manages. They're on the grond, he's not going to mess around with countermanding Abigail. "Thanks, Cate.. going to need it soon enough." he offers to the medic, trying to give her a reassuring smile as he hands her the SMG that Abigail handed him. "Here. I have a pistol, I'll make it work. Walker, you have Martinez and Davion on point. I'll stick to the middle with the others." he manages as he reaches to try to find the other radio pack, only to find it destroyed. "Frak." he mutters as he moves towards the door and to get out of the destroyed Raptor.

Bami's used to having to hide in tight or unfortunate space, and seems at least overtly calm for the time being. A hand goes to Astraea's shoulder for a beat, pistol brought up as the Cylons pass by. A reassuring squeeze comes, and then he's back to waiting for the enemy to pass.

Once the Centurions and workers have passed, Astraea frowns and stares at her feet for a time. Ground movement is not her bag. She's had boot, yes, just like all other officers and pilots, but it was a long time ago. And just boot. She might as well be a PFC here on the ground. The woman takes a slow breath and tightens her grip on the SMG. She looks back up to the street and angles her head down further the building. "We can't take that route no more," she mumbles to Bami. "Gonna hafta come 'round another street... try ta run parallel ta 'em..." And after a few breaths to hype herself up, she takes off running towards the next building for cover.

Reaching the stone pillars, Aleksander leans against the solid foundation and raises his rifle just in case they are closer than he initially thought he saw. However, they are still clomping towards them and since they haven't opened up, the Tauron realizes that he and Martinez have yet to be spotted. Instead of verbally answering the other Marine from his position, he signals that he sees four Cylons. Then he lowers his rifle and makes another signal, pointing to himself and Martinez to ready grenades and prepare to throw when the toasters are in range. With the message delivered, Aleksander grabs one of the frag grenades that is clipped to him and gets ready to pull the pin, his eyes on the approaching Cylons, waiting for them to get closer.

"Here - you can take his," Cate says, trading Dempsey's Rifle to Tucker in exchange for her SMG. She slings the weapon over her shoulder and then levers the barely-conscious Dempsey into a fireman's carry. "C'mon buddy, time to go." There's just a little wince as she gets to her feet with the bigger marine on her shoulder.

"Make a hole for the medics, and giving us some cover wouldn't go unthanked." Miko tells the others as he hoists Clutch and heads out with the others, difficult to haul another body and successfully defend oneself in the process.

The squad that Astraea and Bami saw continue to move toward the crash site. But in the square, the other Raptor has other troubles. The Cylons that Aleks and Martinez saw clear the little cluster of merchant stalls on the north side of the square. Now they're in grenade range.

As Cate hoists Dempsey on one side, Tucker moves to take the other so she doesn't have to take the whole load herself. "..we're behind you, Sergeant, let's move out."

"That apartment building is going to be our best bet," Abigail offers, once shes ha a chance to look at the lay of the land, "If we expect a pickup, it's going to have to be there, where the raptor can touch down. "But we're going to need to pick up the other crew on the way. Doesn't sound like they've got the equipment to make contact. At the signal from Alexandre, she shakes her head, signaling him to cease his action. Signaling that he should give them a chance to clear the rap.

Aleksander uses Frag Grenade. EXPLOSION!

Aleksander attacks Cent2 with Frag Grenade and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest.

Aleksander attacks Cent2 with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Right Arm. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Aleksander attacks Cent2 with Shrapnel and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Left Leg. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Aleksander attacks Cent2 with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Left Arm. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Aleksander attacks Cent2 with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Aleksander attacks Cent3 with Frag Grenade and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Aleksander attacks Cent3 with Shrapnel and HITS! Impaired wound to Left Leg. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Aleksander attacks Cent3 with Shrapnel and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Aleksander attacks Cent3 with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Aleksander attacks Cent4 with Frag Grenade and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest.

Aleksander attacks Cent4 with Shrapnel and HITS! Impaired wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Aleksander attacks Cent4 with Shrapnel and HITS! Graze wound to Right Arm. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Martinez uses Frag Grenade. EXPLOSION!

Martinez attacks Cent1 with Frag Grenade but MISSES!

Martinez attacks Cent1 with Shrapnel and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest.

Martinez attacks Cent1 with Shrapnel and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Martinez attacks Cent1 with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Left Arm. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Martinez attacks Cent1 with Shrapnel and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Martinez attacks Cent2 with Frag Grenade and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest.

Martinez attacks Cent2 with Shrapnel and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Head.

Martinez attacks Cent2 with Shrapnel and HITS! Graze wound to Right Leg. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Martinez attacks Cent2 with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Left Arm.

Martinez attacks Cent3 with Frag Grenade but MISSES!

// Cent1 has been KO'd!//

// Cent2 has been KO'd!//

// Cent3 has been KO'd!//

// Cent4 has been KO'd!//

The grenades go off, ripping through Centurions and vendor stalls alike. The robots never know what hit them. And for the moment, the square is quiet. But they all know it's unlikely to be for long.

"I wouldn't bank on pickup, Walker," Cate says, huffing a little under Dempsey's weight as she climbs out of the ship. "Not with two birds down already and Cylons flanking the friendlies." The explosions at the other side of the square cause her to jump a bit in surprise and mumble a curse under her breath.

The intent is to not only maximize damage but also buy time for those still extracting from the downed Raptor. Once in throwing range, Aleksander performs the grenade throw as was taught in the Foreign Legion before calling out, "Grenades out!" Just to warn his fellow Marines that they are using explosives. The round grenade is tossed into the air, a beautiful arc as it crests the height of the throw and then down on the unsuspecting Centurions. The round present clunks onto the ground and bounces once, rolling under the feet of three of the toasters before going off. The explosive blast from Alek's grenade and resulting shrapnel tears apart three of the Centurions, silencing them permenantly.

Once they're around the building and have it between them and the patrol of Centurions, Astraea double-clicks the comms again. "Come on, come on," the Scorpian pilot hisses to herself. Hoping that they're in range -- please, Kobol! -- to warn the other Raptor crew (should any of them have survived) that there are incoming headed their way. Feeling a bit safer, at that, she picks up her pace. The woman does remain close to the buildings; SMG in hand as she jogs along. The explosion of the grenade is heard. "Frak, I hope that was ours!" But it just gives her all the more reason ot pick up the pace.

A sweat has broken out on Miko's brow, his toothpick long gone from his mouth. "Cover. Get to cover." They can work out the rest later, when they have something protecting them more than a wish and a prayer. There is a flex of muscles as he shifts Clutch's weight. "Go, go go." Because this bitch is getting heavy, yo.

Abigail steps down from the raptor, moving out into a guard position so that Miko and Cate can come down with their injured, "Let's get as close as we can to the last known position of the other raptor. Get under cover, and see if we can rendezvous." She waves a hand, weapon at the ready, for the others to come down as well. Flats, you're on drogue.

As Abigail gives the orders, Tucker moves along, falling behind the main group, but looking around. He doesn't have a map of the area, and his eyes are scanning about for either something they can use for transport or an infomational shop where they can find a map of the area to use.

Cate nods to Abigail. She hangs back a little to catch up with Tucker. "Hey, you all right?" she asks him again, just to be sure, concern evident in her voice. She then asks, "Can you take him?" Him being the unconscious marine weighing her down.

Nodding his head, Tucker manages. "Just a little dizzy. And sure." he murmurs, reaching to heft the Marine with him since he can handle the weight better.

After the pair of grenades go off, Aleksander raises his rifle and prepares for the Cylons, just waiting for the smoke and dust in the air to clear. When nothing shows, he gives Martinez a thumbs up and maintains position for now, covering the others from his angle.

Martinez nods to Aleksander. "That was pretty sweet," he says with a quick grin. Then he starts moving forward a bit so that he and Alekander can leapfrog each other to cover the rest.

As the marines get into cover and begin moving cautiously toward the other side of the square (north), another Cylon squad is coming from the north end towards their position. Meanwhile, Astraea and Bami are approaching from a side road on the east.

"Alright, let's try to get to the nearest building on that northeast (or whatever direction the Nova crash is from us) corner. I don't want to have to backtrack to find them." Meet them halfway and all. We'll regroup once we get there. Since they have injured need tending and all. Abigail begins to move, trying to keep low to use the vehicles as cover to avoid being caught in the sights of the incoming cylons.

Bami keeps his full attention on the passing Cylons, gun at the ready. When they pass he lets out a long sigh of relief, and nods in agreement to Nova. "Yeah, looks like it. You up for the run?" The question comes with his worry written on his face. "Don't look so hot right now."

Miko is physically fit, but that doesn't mean hauling a man his size over his shoulder doesn't take a toll. He's still keeping up with the rest of the group though, even if he's letting out quick huffs of practiced air to do it. No doubt he's counting the steps to the north size of the square with nothing glib to say for once because he's saving his breath.

"Whether I am or not," Astraea offers towards Bami, "don' matter. We dunno how many injured they got." She shoulders the SMG and takes a deep breath. "Let's go." And then she's taking off, flipping the firing switch on the weapon; ready to engage as soon as they reach the square.

When Martinez moves forward, Aleksander has him covered, ready to call out a warning if he spots any hostiles. Once the other Marine gets to cover and signals for the Tauron to move, he moves without question. A quick run forward to another covered location as they coverge on the intersection. Crouching to a knee, he takes aim and then calls out, "Contact north of the intersection!" Aleksander then motions to Martinez, letting the other man know that he will remain where he is, not risking to move up further unless the others do.

"Frak.." Tucker moves to follow after Cate to cover to try to set down the injured Marine. "...next time you try to pick the date, <<sweetheart>>, tell me that's a terrible idea."

"Good," Bami responds with a nod. He checks his pistol one last time, and takes one last look over his shoulder. The Eco takes a deep breath thing, and takes off with his gun at the ready.

"Haven't you figured out that my life is basically just one terrible idea after another?" Cate quips to Tucker grimly as she raises the SMG to her shoulder and takes aim at one of the Centurions.

"Remind me of that if I ever ask you to marry me." Tucker retorts to Cate with a smirk as he raises his own rifle to his shoulder to prepare to fire.

"How..do you think she ended up in the shower with me." Miko flashes a tight smile at Tucker, pure jest at an inopportune moment like he's know for.

And there, around the corner, Astraea and Bami find... "Shit." The pilot scatters in some debris and presses her shoulder up to the corner of a building. It's not much cover, but it'll do. She can't really make herself known to the other Raptor crew, but she's glad to see they aren't all scorched corpses at least. So instead she just fits the SMG tighter to her shoulder and takes fire.

Astraea fires a burst!

Astraea attacks Cent7 with Smg+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Astraea attacks Cent7 with Smg+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Abdomen.

Astraea attacks Cent7 with Smg+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Head. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Aleksander fires a burst!

Aleksander attacks Cent7 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Aleksander attacks Cent7 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Head. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Aleksander attacks Cent7 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Right Arm. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Bami attacks Cent9 with Pistol+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Right Arm.

Tucker fires a burst!

Tucker attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Tucker attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Tucker attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent8 fires a burst!

Cent8 attacks Martinez with Lmg+Tripod and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent8 attacks Martinez with Lmg+Tripod and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent8 attacks Martinez with Lmg+Tripod and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Head. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent5 fires a burst!

Cent5 attacks Abigail with Lmg+Tripod but hits the COVER they're behind.

Cent5 attacks Abigail with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Cent5 attacks Abigail with Lmg+Tripod and HITS! Impaired wound to Left Arm.

Abigail fires a burst!

Abigail attacks Cent7 with Smg+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest.

Abigail attacks Cent7 with Smg+Ap but Cent7 EVADES!

Abigail attacks Cent7 with Smg+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Martinez fires a burst!

Martinez attacks Cent8 with Rifle+Ap but Cent8 EVADES!

Martinez attacks Cent8 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Martinez attacks Cent8 with Rifle+Ap but Cent8 EVADES!

Cent9 tries to suppress Aleksander with Lmg+Tripod but FAILS.

Cent9 suppresses Martinez with Lmg+Tripod and succeeds.

Cent7 uses Frag Grenade. EXPLOSION!

Cent7 attacks Mikolas with Frag Grenade but hits the COVER they're behind.

Cent7 attacks Mikolas with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Left Arm.

Cent7 attacks Mikolas with Shrapnel and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent7 attacks Abigail with Frag Grenade but MISSES!

Cent7 attacks Cate with Frag Grenade but MISSES!

Cent7 attacks Cate with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Left Arm.

Cent7 attacks Cate with Shrapnel and HITS! Graze wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent7 attacks Cate with Shrapnel and HITS! Graze wound to Left Leg.

Cent6 fires a burst!

Cent6 attacks Aleksander with Lmg+Tripod but hits the COVER they're behind.

Cent6 attacks Aleksander with Lmg+Tripod and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent6 attacks Aleksander with Lmg+Tripod but hits the COVER they're behind.

Cate fires a burst!

Cate attacks Cent5 with Smg+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Abdomen.

Cate attacks Cent5 with Smg+Ap but MISSES!

Cate attacks Cent5 with Smg+Ap but MISSES!

// Cent7 has been KO'd!//

"Cate!" Tucker's voice catches as she's swallowed by the explosion. Moving to his knee out of cover, he fires again towards one of the Centurions advancing on the spot where the grenade exploded as he stays near his wounded charge.

Abigail, crouched down as small as she can get, manages not to get blowed up like she did last time! So hooray for that. But she crouched so far in one direction, that she left herself open to one of the other cylons and takes a bullet right in the bicep. "Frak me. Cadmus is going to kill me." That's muttered to herself, as she moves to take aim on the next target, seeing the combined fire from herself and a few other marines taking down the grenade thrower.

The grenade toting Centurion is definitely the biggest threat in Aleksander's eyes so that is who he directing his initial volley at. Unfortunately, he isn't able to put down the toaster before it gets off its throw, his shots only putting a couple of holes into the heavy armor. He takes a shot in return, two bullets hitting the cover he is hiding behind while one sneaks past and smacks into his armor, the protective gear soaking most of the damage, leaving most likely a nasty bruise after. He does see Martinez take a bad hit and calls out, "Martinez is hit!" Shifting his aim to the Centurion that was taking shots at the other Marine.

And how do you think Cadmus is going to treat his husband as Miko lets out one last 'FRAK' and attempts to shield his passenger with his frame again, hopefully taking the worst of it. Miko's ears are ringing as his hand comes away from his stomach bloody, he lays on top of Clutch, bringing around his weapon to bare on the enemy.

"Shit what?" Bami was asking, but then they already see it. "Frak," he grumbles when he spots all the Cylons. Without a moment's hesitation he lets off a shot. Breath goes out when the shot rings out in chours with the others, and he's already aiming to fire off another.

Cate snorts at the commentary from Miko and Tucker. "I rest my case." She might have said more, but then the fight is on. She fires a burst and manages to damage one of the Centurions. Then a grenade is going off nearby. She lets out a startled cry at the explosion, which knocks her into the door of a nearby car. She bounces off and lands in a heap, dazed for a second, ears ringing. She struggles back up to a crouch, looking around to check on Miko and Tucker. Hearing Aleks call for a medic, she starts heading that way.

Martinez doubles over as a bullet slams into his vest. He's hurt, but not out yet. Grimacing, he goes to fire again.

Two of the Cylons are weaving their way closer to the colonial troops, armed with melee weapons, while the others continue to rain down lead.

"We need ta meet up wit' 'em," Astraea mutters over her shoulder to Bami. "Strength in numbers an' all." She's not quite ready to move out from behind the building though. At least not when one of the Centurions turns towards them. She's not got cover, either. So the woman just tries to push against it as best she can and provide the other team cover. "Shit shit shit."

Bami suppresses Cent8 with Pistol+Ap and succeeds.

Astraea tries to suppress Cent5 with Smg+Ap but FAILS.

Astraea suppresses Cent6 with Smg+Ap and succeeds.

Astraea tries to suppress Cent8 with Smg+Ap but FAILS.

Tucker fires full-auto!

Tucker attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest.

Tucker attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Tucker attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Tucker attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Tucker attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Tucker attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Tucker attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest.

Tucker attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Mikolas attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest.

Cent8 fires a burst!

Cent8 attacks Martinez with Lmg+Tripod and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent8 attacks Martinez with Lmg+Tripod and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent8 attacks Martinez with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Cent6 fires a burst!

Cent6 attacks Tucker with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Cent6 attacks Tucker with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Cent6 attacks Tucker with Lmg+Tripod and HITS! Impaired wound to Left Arm.

Cate tends to Martinez and treats their worst wound successfully.

Aleksander fires a burst!

Aleksander attacks Cent8 with Rifle+Ap but Cent8 EVADES!

Aleksander attacks Cent8 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Aleksander attacks Cent8 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Abigail fires full-auto!

Abigail attacks Cent8 with Smg+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Abigail attacks Cent8 with Smg+Ap but Cent8 EVADES!

Abigail attacks Cent8 with Smg+Ap but MISSES!

Abigail attacks Cent9 with Smg+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Left Arm.

Abigail attacks Cent9 with Smg+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Abigail attacks Cent9 with Smg+Ap but MISSES!

Cent9 fires full-auto!

Cent9 attacks Abigail with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Cent9 attacks Abigail with Lmg+Tripod and HITS! Impaired wound to Right Arm.

Cent9 attacks Abigail with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Cent9 attacks Aleksander with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Cent9 attacks Aleksander with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Cent9 attacks Aleksander with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Cent5 fires full-auto!

Cent5 attacks Bami with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Cent5 attacks Bami with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Cent5 attacks Bami with Lmg+Tripod but Bami EVADES!

Cent5 attacks Astraea with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Cent5 attacks Astraea with Lmg+Tripod but Astraea EVADES!

Cent5 attacks Astraea with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Martinez fires full-auto!

Martinez attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Martinez attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Martinez attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Martinez attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Right Arm.

Martinez attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest.

Martinez attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

// Cent6 has been KO'd!//

There's a sharp sting in Tucker's left arm as he feels the bullet hit, somewhere below where he got shot on Canceron. "Frak.." he hisses, even as he adjusts his fire to attack the two Cylons attempting to flank on the side of the group. "Sergeant Walker, we need to move out. If we try to dig in here.." he's not sure when help will arrive.

Godsdamning! Now the other arm too, and it's impossible for her to hold the SMG with enough surety to be able to do the damage she needs. So, in for a penny, in for a pound, as Abigail reaches down for one of her grenades. "As soon as we clear these cylons, yes, I agree. But we've got too many wounded to just cut and run without clearing them, El-Tee."

Miko just has time enough to see his shot hit clean before he groans and rolls to the side, panting now from the exertion of his wounds than just merely toting Clutch around. He breathes heavily as he paws open his pack, reaching nearly blindly from pain for a bit of gauze.

Several marines combine to hammer the frak out of one of the Centurions, which topples under the hail of fire. "I'm fine I'm fine," Martinez chokes out when Cate tries to help him, clearly anything BUT fine.

Cate manages to slap a pressure dressing around his worst wound regardless. Then she glances back and sees Tucker standing there - out of cover - no armor - firing fullauto at the Cylons like a maniac while another walks fire towards him. "Tucker, get the frak down!" she yells at him. She's scrambling back his way, and if he doesn't get into cover himself he's about to get a the first in those pyramid lessons she's been promising.

Aleksander rolls Alertness: Good Success (8 8 7 7 4 4 2 1)

"A read ya" Bami cuts back after the hail of gunfire sent his way. Instinct take over, and he ducks and dodges as best he can. Anger's welling up, and even with just the pistol he's going for another shot at the Centurions. "Got eyes on 'em?"

While the bullets fly over his head and misses him completely, it does cause Aleksander to flinch when he fires off a couple of rounds at the Centurion he was aiming at. This causes his own shots to miss as well, one glancing off of the plate armor that the toasters were built with. He was about to fire off another burst of rounds but suddenly one of the speedy Cylons comes into view, right at him. "Frak!" He curses rather loudly and quickly changes targets, trying to down the canner before it reaches him with what appears to be a blunt object.

Tucker fires full-auto!

Tucker attacks Cylon1 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Tucker attacks Cylon1 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest.

Tucker attacks Cylon1 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Right Arm.

Tucker attacks Cylon2 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Tucker attacks Cylon2 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Tucker attacks Cylon2 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Cent8 fires full-auto!

Cent8 attacks Cate with Lmg+Tripod but hits the COVER they're behind.

Cent8 attacks Tucker with Lmg+Tripod and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Abdomen.

Cent8 attacks Mikolas with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Abigail uses Frag Grenade. EXPLOSION!

Abigail attacks Cent5 with Frag Grenade and HITS! Impaired wound to Right Arm.

Abigail attacks Cent5 with Shrapnel and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Abigail attacks Cent5 with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Abigail attacks Cent5 with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Abigail attacks Cent5 with Shrapnel and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Abigail attacks Cent8 with Frag Grenade but MISSES!

Abigail attacks Cent8 with Shrapnel and HITS! Impaired wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Abigail attacks Cent8 with Shrapnel and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Abigail attacks Cent9 with Frag Grenade and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Abigail attacks Cent9 with Shrapnel and HITS! Impaired wound to Right Arm. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Abigail attacks Cent9 with Shrapnel and HITS! Impaired wound to Right Leg. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Mikolas tends to Mikolas and treats their worst wound successfully.

Cylon2 attacks Martinez with Knife and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cylon1 attacks Aleksander with Club but Aleksander EVADES EASILY!

Bami attacks Cent5 with Pistol+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Martinez fires a burst!

Martinez attacks Cylon2 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Martinez attacks Cylon2 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest.

Martinez attacks Cylon2 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Head.

Cent9 fires full-auto!

Cent9 attacks Abigail with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Cent9 attacks Abigail with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Cent9 attacks Abigail with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Cent9 attacks Aleksander with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Cent9 attacks Aleksander with Lmg+Tripod but Aleksander EVADES!

Cent9 attacks Aleksander with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Aleksander fires a burst!

Aleksander attacks Cylon1 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest.

Aleksander attacks Cylon1 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest.

Aleksander attacks Cylon1 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent5 fires full-auto!

Cent5 attacks Bami with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Cent5 attacks Bami with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Cent5 attacks Bami with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Cent5 attacks Astraea with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Cent5 attacks Astraea with Lmg+Tripod and HITS! Graze wound to Chest.

Cent5 attacks Astraea with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

// Cent5 has been KO'd!//

// Cent9 has been KO'd!//

// Cylon1 has been KO'd!//

// Cylon2 has been KO'd!//

// Martinez has been KO'd!//

Martinez takes out the Cylon domestic that was all up in his face, but not before the thing stabs him right at the junction of his vest and his neck. He goes down, gasping for a moment before passing out, bleeding heavily.

Tucker feels a bullet hit his stomach just as Cate pulls him - rather bodily behind cover and he gives a sharp gasp of pain. "I was helping!" Who says a Pilot can't shoot worth a damn. But yeah. He'll be under cover now as he realizes he has one bullet left in his rifle. "Wouldn't happen to know where a spare mag is, do you?" he asks her as he searches her face quickly to make sure she's okay.

Luckily for Aleksander, he spotted that Cylon just in time, a smaller model than its larger Centurion brethren. Just a few feet away from him, the Tauron fires a burst of rounds that all hit center mass, punching through the thinner chest armor. This results in the Cylon stumbling forward purely from momentum and the Marine easily side stepping both the weapon and Cylon. He adds one more round into the head of the collapsed robot before returning to cover, seeing that there is one remaining.

See? This is what happens when you let a blonde surfer from Biscayne Bay handle explosives! Two of the three she was aiming for go down in the explosion from the grenade an she takes a minute, bringing the SMG back to bear for the last. She needs to save up her grenades or get them from people who don't need them as much as she does. And still one to go. "The second team is incoming! Clear the board!" One more to go, "Start moving towards the wounded, Kovak looks like he needs it!"

A glancing shot from the Centurion that has taken aim her way tears across the front of Astraea's flight suit. The suit takes most of the damage, but the woman flinches. The material is torn through; it won't be sealed for atmo anymore, but that's the least of their worries now. She, however, is still fine. "I see 'em," she mumbles. "They're up an' about... Fer th' most part." Most of them, it'd seem. "I think... we oughta be able ta get over ta 'em shortly." Just one more to get through, right? "On my count, we'll run over ta 'em."

Life over limb. So Miko treats the wound to his abdomen packing it as best he can while ignoring any other affront the Centurians have done to his body. Once he's sure the injury is packed well enough, he picks up his weapon again and aims it into the fray.

Cate body-checks Tucker into cover. "You were going to get your dumb ass killed," she snaps, letting anger supplant the gutpunch of fear at seeing him standing there like that. His wound gets the briefest of glances. Then she jerks as another explosion goes off, and swings back around, raising her SMG.

Before the thought of another burst of fire coming their way hits, the enemy squad's destroyed in an explosion that may as well be a new work of art for the Scorpian ECO. When one more comes into his vision Bami lifts the pistol again, but before firing a shot he nods to Astraea's command. "I gotcha. Call it when ready."

Aleksander attacks Cent8 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Head.

Abigail fires a burst!

Abigail attacks Cent8 with Smg and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Abigail attacks Cent8 with Smg and HITS! Impaired wound to Head. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Abigail attacks Cent8 with Smg but MISSES!

Cate fires a burst!

Cate attacks Cent8 with Smg+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cate attacks Cent8 with Smg+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Right Leg. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cate attacks Cent8 with Smg+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Right Leg. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Astraea fires a burst!

Astraea attacks Cent8 with Smg+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Astraea attacks Cent8 with Smg+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Astraea attacks Cent8 with Smg+Ap but MISSES!

Bami suppresses Cent8 with Pistol+Ap and succeeds.

Mikolas attacks Cent8 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest.

Cent8 fires full-auto!

Cent8 attacks Cate with Lmg+Tripod and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest.

Cent8 attacks Tucker with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Cent8 attacks Mikolas with Lmg+Tripod but MISSES!

Tucker reloads.

// Cent8 has been KO'd!//

"Dammit Cate, I love you, stop getting shot." Tucker grouses, a full on complaint and confession at the same time as he tries to dig out one of her bandage packages to treat her chest wound, setting his rifle aside. "Because you're gonna totally hate me if I have to carry you around. I make a terrible pony."

As soon as Abigail sees the last of the centurions go down, she pops up, finding herself closer to Alexander and Martinez than anyone else, and so she throws her gun over her shoulder and moves to help haul Martinez with them. No way she's going to be able to fireman carry him, as small as she is, but she can drag him, even if both of her arms are screaming from the wounds she took earlier, "Get to cover, now, now, now!"

"We'll get you...a saddle..and everything." Miko grunts over to Cate and Tucker while he's doing field medicine on Clutch so he'll be able to be mobile again after he's been thrown on the ground and laid on during combat.

"I don't want anything you and Eli used." Tucker responds as he continues working on Cate.

Once that Centurion drops, Astraea is quick to note to Bami: "Now!" She keeps the SMG to her shoulder and breaks off across the courtyard, dodging bits of Cylon parts and other debris. "Friendlies!" The call goes up, even though they're in Colonial Fleet flight suits. She holds up one hand away from her rifle once they near the others, trying to join up with them as they head towards cover.

Another Cylon down, and Bami lets out a small exclamation of joy. He immediately begins to beat feet when the command to move comes, and darts towards the other group Timber Wolves in the area. He lowers his pistol for the time being and lets LT do the talking while he starts to scan the area with a look here and there.

With one Centurion left, Aleksander takes careful aim and instead of firing off a trio of rounds, his finger gently strokes the trigger for one shot. The one bullet that the Tauron fires slams into the toaster's head, pulverizing whatever is inside rather nicely. When the call of friendlies go up though, takes a quick look to make sure they aren't under fire. With no threats nearby, Aleksander helps Abagail with the unconscious Martinez.

Cate pops up just enough to take a shot at the Centurion as it goes down, and gets rocked back by a shot in return, colliding with Tucker. "Frakking hell," she groans, hand going to her shoulder over the hole in her flak vest. "Why the frak do we bother wearing these damn things." She knows the answer, she's just whining. She lets Tucker put a dressing on it, while murmuring something to him in Celtan, "<<Sorry.>>" Then Abigail is yelling for them to move and she's struggling to get to her feet.

Abigail, with Martinez well in hand, stops once she's got him behind some cover, because the other option is dragging back a corpse. +sheet ab

"<<Make it up to me later.>>" Tucker responds in Celtan as he gets to his feet to help Cate up first before he gathers up the wounded Marine he was charged with that isn't Cate towards friendly lines. When Nova speaks up, he starts to bring up his rifle and then lowers it with relief. "Shit.. glad to see you two." he says to her and Bami.

Miko is in pain, but that doesn't stop him from laughing at the quip from Tucker. And besides, hearing 'love' on the battlefield is sort of heartwarming, right? He makes sure that Clutch is less streaming and more oozing before he attempts to follow Abigail's orders and he tries to get to his feet.

Abigail, with Martinez well in hand, stops once she's got him behind some cover, because the other option is dragging back a corpse.She's nowhere near a good medic, but damned if the other two aren't already occupied, so she'll have to try to do what she can to stop the bleeding. No bandages, but she's got some strapping tape and a bandanna that she pull out from a pocket. usually she might use that to cover her face, but hey, you're welcome, Martinez. The bandanna she wads up and slaps on, ducttaping it around his neck. Then she's back to trying to drag him, "I could use some help here!"

"We're glad ta see y'all intact-" Astraea does a quick headcount and finds things not entirely in place. "Mostly." She looks back in the direction of Tucker's Raptor and winces. "Were y'all able ta get a call fer pickup before ya went down?" She shoulders the SMG; still at ready, just in case, but safe from friendly fire. "'Cause we weren't. We got th' black box-" a nod towards Bami, "but we couldn't proper destroy th' whole bird." Obviously.

Cate offers a weak smirk to Tucker. "We'll see. Can you and the ECO -" A glance at Bami, whose name she's forgotten, "- get Dempsey?" Poor neglected Dempsey, who's laying around here somewhere. Cate is limping her way over to Abigail. "I've got it."

Bami'd been holding onto that box in his left hand, and doesn't have much space to holster the pistol in his right. He hands off the pistol to whomever can handle it, and after letting out a deep breath moves to assist the movement of any wounded.

"Thanks," Abigail offers, as she sees Cate coming over to help, "You look like I feel." Except that Abigail also looks a though she's been shot badly in a few places, "Let's move, people, we aren't here for the sightseeing! Get Dempsey, get Kovac and Clutch. If you're not carrying someone, you're covering the rest of us." And then she's moving, once again, out of cover and towards the closest place of shelter.


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