2237-07-04 - Hit And Run

The Marines Execute A Hit And Run Raid Near Summerside.

Date: 2237-07-04

Location: Picon

Related Scenes: None

Plot: Operation: Cat and Mouse

Scene Number: 208

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The destruction of the bridges at Havison slowed the Cylon advance, but the toasters are too stubborn to be stymied forever. Their advance has been diverted further east, to the city of Summerside. This time, though, the Colonials had a bit more time to prepare. The Picon marines have set up defensive positions on the north side of the river, but have been under near-constant attack as the Cylons continue to break through. They've requested a diversionary attack to hopefully take the pressure off so that they can take care of some resupply/fortification activities.

The Vanguard marines are en route in a Raptor that's skimming the treetops so low one might worry they're going to hit one. Their mission? Insert on the Cylons' flank in a wooded area west of Summerside, hit the Cylon forces advancing on the main highway, then fade back into the forest back into the Raptor. Gunny Mercer is leading the squad this time out. Thanks to the air wing raid the other day, they have clear comms.
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Lyn is a bit worried Cate is out on mission so soon, but she's very relieved that Aldrich got held back for Chaplain duties. She sits beside Rhodes on the trip down, keeping an eye on the medic's behavior, worried for her state of mind. She has all her usual gear with her, including one of her ice axes hanging off her pack. She's silent. The last time she was on a mission, Jonas was with them, and now he's not with them anymore.

This is a first for Kyle Costello, since joining the Task Force. A head on (or, at least, side on) fight? She's gotten off easy so far having to sneak, and this time she's going into combat with the expectation that she empties magazines. Recon or not, she's always a Rifleman, and this isn't her first drop. So, why does she look nervous? Her ride on the Raptor is spent uncharacteristically quiet, keeping to herself with her eyes to the ground, looking from point to point as she recites details through a mind that sways within the covering of a helmet with goggles strapped to the front.

Silence is a good thing in a Raptor. The constant hum of turbofans spinning and propelling forward, the soft metallic rattle of the craft, it's not as familiar as it should be for Lanval, but he sits in the quiet of the Raptor and takes it all in, a shemagh of woodland camouflage that matches his uniform covering the lower half of his face, his hazel eyes focused on his own hands as he listens for the deployment orders. And even Kyle's being quiet. This is really nice.

Cate got kitted up and seated in the Raptor with minimal words exchanged with anyone. She holds onto the bench as the Raptor heads in, SMG balanced carefully on her knee.

Josua is a recent recruit to the Timber Wolves, and this is his first real mission, so he doesn't quite know most people except from training. But he's got a calm, disciplined air about him as he sits within the Raptor with his assault rifle held before him as if he needs to be ready with a moment's notice.

As per usual for Charlie Wagner, she's passed the frak out almost as soon as she's aboard the Raptor. Her first few missions onto Picon proper, she was a bundle of nerves and unable to manage. She's managed, however, to come to terms with the state of things on her home colony and return to her state of 'can catch a nap anywhere.' Thus, the sniper is slumped over against Erin and snoozing away with helmet strap clutched between fingertips; rifle case against her knees. At least she doesn't drool.

Abigail sits off to the side, as she usually does, at the edge of one of the benches closest to the cockpit, since she's usually the last man out. She has her usual kit with her, and, as is her custom, she's checking checking herself...twice for good measure. She doesn't seem to have much of the usual complement of mines or shaped charges with her, though who knows what she's hiding in that pack of hers, but it might be understandable. All the marines need is trees falling on them from a badly times or placed explosive.

Erin looks upset. No, wait: she looks sick. Like, physically ill. She's always this way on Raptor trips, and this one is no different -- except that it's much worse, given the low altitude. Thankfully, she only looks ill; she was wise enough to empty her stomach before getting to the landing deck. And everyone ought to be damned grateful.

Loadout for the Trash Panda? Her scoped-carbine; her voluminous backpack of doom and goodies; and, probably, her huckster-entrepreneurial spirit. That's all she needs for a head-on assault.

Lyn is never sick on a Raptor. Because her brother flies one like a frakking maniac and she had to learn to get used to it really quick back on Aquaria. She turns to look for Abigail and make sure the EOD specialist is doing all right too. She knows her Recon gals are fine, but these two had big losses recently.

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"Somebody wake up Wagner," Mercer calls gruffly down the bench as the pilot gives the five minute ETA warning. "All right, listen up. We might run into some patrols in the woods, but we're going to try to avoid them so we can hit the main target. Recon screen out front Lanval, Costello, you two screen out front. Arda, Wagner, take the flanks. Hayes, rear. Everyone else in the middle. Once we get close to the highway, we'll find a good spot for an ambush. Maybe bring a tree down across the road, Walker, to kick things off, if we can."
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When Mercer starts giving out the orders, Lanval lifts his head and Corporal Whittaker gives a visible nod in the light to acknowledge the reciept of orders. There's a glance across to Kyle and he reaches out with the tip of his boot to nudge her calf in a 'we good?' gesture as he waits for the Raptor doors to open so that the two of them can be the first ones out.

Kyle looks up at the sound of Mercer's no-bullshit tone. Her chin wags against the chinstrap of her helmet, hazel eyes up and deadlocked on Mercer for his orders. When they're given, Kyle closes her mouth and looks over at Lanval for a two-second stare. "Understood, Gunny." Kyle sounds out, then leans in towards Lanval, cheek dimpling in a smirk. "We got this." She winks, offering a fresh set of knuckles to the man. "Don't you dare dodge this one."

Abigail lifts her eyes from her body check, as she catches Mercer's voice. She's, from the looks of her, clear-headed and attentive. But then, the chance to blow up all the things tends to do that to the woman. A glance, as she hears at least one name with which she isn't familiar, but the rest, she knows, so finding the lone male in the recon team isn't difficult to do. "Sure thing, Gunny. Got just what we need in my pack."

There may have been a smile beneath the shemagh, and it might be in Lanval's eyes for a moment as his gloved hand gives hers a quick dap of knuckle, and a slight twist to lock it. See, he's street. Or was. Or something. There's a brief nod as he returns his attention to the mission at hand.

Josua inclines his head, "Understood." he agrees, doing some last minute checking of his equipment-- in particular making sure he has his spare magazines, knife and backup pistol.

Lyn nods to Mercer and snaps out a "You got it, Gunny!" at the orders. She shakes Charlie awake. "We got flanks, Specter, I'll take the right when we land.

Cate remains quiet, nodding slightly to the Gunny's instructions. She leans back a little, as much as her medic backpack will allow, her mouth pressed in an unhappy line.

Erin doesn't say anything. She just makes a vague gesture with her hand. That, or she's trying to clear out the smell of her non-vomiting.

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The Raptor hops over the Celeste River and into enemy territory, though nothing marks the transition unless someone was really attentive to the scenery. A couple minutes later, the pilot is announcing their arrival. The Raptor brakes hard then puts down in a clearing. The ECO opens the hatch and Mercer yells, "Get a move on sunshine." It's not clear to whom specifically he's referring. Maybe all of them.
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Wagner rattles when she's shaken. Wait, no, that's not the woman herself, it's the goggles in her helmet. "Fivemoreminu-" Her eyes flutter open as she leverages herself upright from Erin's shoulder, blinking at Lyn as the orders get passed through. "Flanks. Gotcha." She starts gearing up, properly, tugging on helmet and letting the goggles fall to rest around her neck with her keffiyeh. "Sounds like fun."

Out of his seat, Lanval grabs his assault rifle. He's packed light, his gear mainly suited for climbing and moving ahead as he straps his helmet down and flicks on the camera on the side as he steps into the clearing and immediately cuts to the side of the Raptor to get out of the backwash and to clear the way for the next Marine behind him as he waits of Kyle so that they can head out on point.

When they land, Lyn is out quickly, and moving to a flanking position to one side of the formation, taking a position behind tree cover to make sure everyone else disembarks without taking fire. She scans through her scope, looking for movement, reflections, anything that might indicate a Cylon presence in the vicinity.

Abigail unclips her belt, rising from the bench as soon as Mercer gives the order to move out. A final quick check that she has all of her equipment, before she brings her SMG up into low ready and heads out with Cate and the other new guy, who's name Mercer didn't mention. And since nobody wears name patches, it'll just have to remain a mystery. At least till she gets close enough to nudge him, "What's your name, Corporal?"

Fist...held without a return bump. Kyle stares until she looks around the compartment, doing a final check on the faces of her fellow recon teammates. When the Raptor prepares to touch down, Kyle is unclipping her harness and moving to stand, fist butting the knees of Arda and Hayes on her way for the door. She hops out and moves quickly with Lanval, taking to the front, rifle pointed low and eyes sharp to lead the group towards the flanking position.

Cate is just a few steps behind Lyn, SMG in hand and moving quickly into position. When she hears Corporal she looks over, then realizes that Abigail is not talking to her. She does cast a curious glance over at the new guy.

Out. Out. Raccoon wants out. Erin does say to Kyle, in response to the fist-knee bump: "Good luck out there, hotcakes!" And then, after, she hustles out of the Raptor to hit the ground. boof After waiting for everyone else to exit and start to move, she takes up her assigned position in the column: watching everyone's butts.

Life is good.

As they land, Josua is up and out quickly, lifting his rifle up into ready and scanning the surroundings as if a toaster might pop out from behind a tree at any moment. There's probably not, but better safe then sorry. He glances aside to Abigail, "Josua Traiga. Scorpia." Considering the mess that is Scorpia's military, he seems on the disciplined and ready side.

As they file out, Charlie follows suit. Her rifle is unloaded and checked over. The additional accessories that make it into a Snipin'-Cylon-Killin' Machine are tucked into her gear in easy to retrieve places. For now, it's just as good as any other carbine, but ready to be modified should the need arise. She shoulder-bumps Lyn on the way out, hopping down and cutting towards the opposite side of the formation and off into the tree-line. In her fatigues, she might very well disappear from view. But then, Ghost and Spectre: one might expect the pair to not be seen. That's the goal, right?

"Welcome to the Wolves, Traiga. We pulled out all the stops." Nothing like a welcome to the war party, right? But now that she knows who her 'team' generally is, Abigail moves into position, head on a swivel, as she looks over the area, and, knowing her,makes plans for maximum impact for minimal effort.

Oh hell, Lanval LOCKED it? Knuckles grind and Kyle grins until she looks around the compartment, doing a final check on the faces of her fellow recon teammates. When the Raptor prepares to touch down, Kyle is unclipping her harness and moving to stand, fist butting the knees of Arda and Hayes on her way for the door. She hops out and moves quickly with Lanval, taking to the front, rifle pointed low and eyes sharp to lead the group towards the flanking position.

<FS3> Cate rolls Alertness: Great Success (8 8 8 7 7 6 2)
<FS3> Lanval rolls Alertness: Good Success (8 8 7 5 3 3 3 3 2 1 1 1)
<FS3> Abigail rolls Alertness: Good Success (8 8 6 5 4 4 3 1)
<FS3> Lanval rolls Stealth: Good Success (7 6 6 6 5 4 4 3 3)
<FS3> Lyn rolls Alertness: Great Success (8 8 7 6 6 5 3 2 1 1)
<FS3> Erin rolls Alertness: Good Success (8 7 7 5 4 4 3 3 2)
<FS3> Kyle rolls Alertness: Good Success (8 6 6 6 4 4 3 3 2)
<FS3> Kyle rolls Stealth: Good Success (8 8 7 7 5 5 5 2 1 1)
<FS3> Josua rolls Alertness: Good Success (7 7 6 3 2 1 1)

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The squad moves out, leaving the Raptor behind. Barring disaster, it'll be there waiting for their return. They move through the forest, heading towards the highway. Despite Mercer's worry, they actually don't encounter any Cylon patrols in the woods. The recon team sees the road first, peeking through the trees up ahead of them. There's nothing in sight, but they can hear the sound of motors approaching.
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<FS3> Charlie rolls Alertness: Great Success (8 8 8 7 6 6 5 5 4 1)

"Any day I can blow up a toaster's a good day to me, Staff Sergeant." replies Josua to Abigail with a flash of a quick, wicked grin, then he moves out with the rest of them.

Lyn's ears perk to the sound of motors at the edge of her hearing. She slips back to the ranks to Mercer and informs him in quiet tones of what she hears. She signals Charlie as well to see if the other flanker can confirm.

Lanval may have actually been ready to respond to Abigail when the Sergeant asked for a Corporal's name, but when Josua offers his first, the lissome Marine gives a shrug of his shoulders and moves out into the evening air, taking in the scent of pine and woods that's still taking just a little used to enjoying as he moves forward quietly, rifle held into a forward ready position as he advances through the trees. It's a bit disorienting, but he gets his bearings quickly.

Finding the highway, Lanval reaches to his side and takes out a small clicker, making a chirrup sound when he flicks the pieces of plastic together before he holds up his hand in a fist and waves in a scattered deployment as he moves towards the bushes to take covers as he hears the approaching vehicle. Oh to have a discarded heavy munition and a couple of other items for an IED...

Cate hears the motors as well, frowning. She leans against a tree for cover, on guard and waiting for orders.

Seeing as how Erin's in the back, she doesn't hear the motors. Not that she's doing anything to make herself conspicuous, but she's follow the suit of others once she sees people moving for cover.

Kyle's keeping low and silent, walking in a hunch towards the road, content in the belief that the rest of the Marines behind her and Lanval will see what they signal back to them. When the first rumble of engines hits her ears, Kyle shoulders down behind a tree and a log, finding some cover. Her hand presses out, palm flat. <<STOP>> then she motions to her ear, then holds up a fist curling it like she's using a steering wheel. <<Hear. Vehicle>>.

Moving to a stop, slowly, Charlie taps the radio. In a quiet voice, she murmurs: "Motors. Vehicles ahead." In case the forward recon hasn't made it that far ahead. There's a return signal, even as she does, for Arda. When the call goes out from Mercer, she comes to a halt by a tree. Her rifle is moved to her shoulder as she waits to find a good spot for overwatch.

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Mercer nods to Lyn's report and comes over the squad comms in a hushed voice. "Hold tight everyone. Let this group go, we'll set up an ambush for the next one." He's not going to rush the ambush when they haven't had a chance to pick out a good spot and prepare. So for now, the squad waits. On the road, the advance scouts watch as a trio of Cylon armored transports roll on past, heading for Summerside. They don't seem to notice the hidden marines, and continue off down the road, the motors receding into the distance.
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Abigail doesn't hear anything, yet, but she already knows they're expecting the cylons to be moving on the road, and so, as soon as she sees the signal from the forward recon, she finds a safe place to crouch, and as soon as the cylons are past, she swings down her pack, pulling her various bits and bobs out of her pack and adding them to the stuff she's already got cached away in the pockets of her tactical vest.

Crouching down to take cover behind a tree, Josua watches the cylons move through with narrowed eyes. The desire to shoot is strong, but he doesn't even twitch after the Gunny's orders. There'll be plenty more tin cans to shoot coming up.

When the all clear is given, Lyn moves back to her flanking position to head with the rest to the road. She looks for a good spot for an ambush, but there are surely others here with better skill at that. She looks for someplace she can set up to shoot from cover.

Holding tight until the vehicles pass, Lanval listens to the reports on the radio. He makes a mental note of the number of the vehicles in the convoy and what style they where. Glancing aside to Kyle, he holds up three fingers. The number of trucks. Finally, he taps his comm. "Gunny, Whittaker. Vehicles headed east to Summerside. Want us west to alert for next convoy?"

<FS3> Abigail rolls Demolitions: Great Success (8 8 8 8 6 6 4 4 4 2 2)
<FS3> Lyn rolls Stealth: Good Success (7 6 6 6 5 3 3 3 2)
<FS3> Lanval rolls Alertness: Good Success (8 8 6 6 4 3 2 2 2 1 1 1)
<FS3> Erin rolls Alertness: Good Success (8 8 7 3 3 3 2 1 1)
<FS3> Charlie rolls Stealth: Success (7 5 3 3 2 2 2 1 1 1 1)
<FS3> Kyle rolls Stealth: Good Success (8 8 7 4 4 4 3 2 2 1)
<FS3> Josua rolls Alertness: Good Success (7 7 6 5 4 4 2)

With her task in mind, and her gear at the ready, Abigail rises from her place of cover, moving out, a hand running along this tree and that, trying to find, most likely, the best tree with which to block the road. Big tree good. Old growth better. Deadwood, or nearly so, best. Two out of three, is like the lottery. She crouches down, beginning to work, setting out the charges, making the cuts and digging out with her shovel as necessary to properly shape the blast to get it to fall where she wants it. Her voice is soft, as she comes over the comms, "Ordinance is set, Gunny."

Up at the front, Kyle doesn't like to speak. Which is the exact opposite of her behavior in the bunks, where she's loud, distruptive, a walking danger to dreamscapes. Like a shadow, now, she looks over to Lanval and communicates through hand-sign to him, working in unison to figure out their spots for the ambush. Hers is low and behind a fallen log that overlooks the road. She slides down into the pine needles and leaves on the ground, and puffs them away from her face. Now...the wait.

Well. When in Rome. Or, in this case, on Picon: Erin takes cover and readies herself for the ambush attack. Click-clack. Locked and loaded.

Lyn moves up a little on the ridge on one side of the road, and hunkers down on her belly behind a fallen log. She affixes the scope to her rifle, not the big old sniper job Charlie has, mind you. She digs up the loose ground cover around her and piles it around her until she's made herself a nest to fire from.

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The squad moves cautiously through the forest parallel to the road, looking for a good ambush spot. Abigail finds a place where a big tree can be easily and safely (well, as safe as these things ever are) felled across the road, and then several of the others chime in with good spots to set up to hit whatever enemies are stymied by this. And so they set up, and they wait.

Waiting is always the hardest part. But it takes "only" about 45 minutes before they all hear the sound of another motor approaching. Mercer's voice comes over the squad comms. "If it's heavy armor, let it through. We're not set up to deal with that. APCs or lighter, prepare to engage on my mark."

Soon enough the target comes into view... a light armored infantry vehicle and a truck.
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The side of the road that Charlie is on is dense with underbrush and thorny patches; downed trees, bushes, and new flora trying to push up in the midsummer months. It's not making it terribly easy to find a good point to plan her ambush from. Nor is it as silent as she'd prefer. It's not the loudest of things, but it's not as silent as she'd prefer, either. Finally, the woman decides to scale one of the trees and settle amongst the branches before assembling her rifle before the 'hurry and wait' part of things.

<FS3> Abigail rolls Demolitions: Good Success (8 7 7 5 5 5 3 2 2 1 1)

Lyn listens to the sound of the approaching vehicles, and like most recon, she's pretty good at estimating the class of vehicle from the sound of the motor. She signals to the nearest recon member it being a good target, and lets them pass the signal on.

Josua settles into a spot he judges good for ambush, keeping behind cover for the moment, but with his rifle at the ready.

Kaboom! Abigail's mine goes off at just the right moment, and the tree falls across the road with a jarring thud, crushing the back half of the armored vehicle in the lead. Though they can't see it, the crushed roof took out a couple of the Centurions. What it didn't take out, though, was the machinegun turret on top. A Centurion pops up in that thing, opening fire on the treeline while other Centurions come out the side hatches. The truck screeches to a halt behind the APC. There are two worker Cylon models in there.

Abigail waits, until she's given the signal, and then, the big kaboom, as she detonates the changes she's placed around the base of the tree. Two might have been better, but she's not packing for bear and likely is conserving her supplies. Once she sees the tree do, well, the best a tree can be expected to do with no opposable thumbs, she pulls one of her grenades, aiming at the three who seem to be, the most immediate threat.

<FS3> Cate rolls Stealth: Good Success (7 6 6 6 5 2 1)
<FS3> Lanval rolls Stealth: Good Success (8 6 6 6 5 4 3 3 1)
<FS3> Abigail rolls Stealth: Success (7 5 4 4 3 2 1)
<FS3> Lyn rolls Stealth: Good Success (8 8 6 4 3 3 3 2 2)
<FS3> Josua rolls Stealth: Great Success (8 8 8 7 6 3 1 1)
<FS3> Kyle rolls Stealth: Success (8 6 5 4 4 4 2 2 1 1)
<FS3> Erin rolls Stealth: Good Success (7 7 6 5 5 2 2 2 1 1)
<FS3> Charlie rolls Stealth: Great Success (8 7 7 6 6 5 4 3 3 2 1)
<FS3> Mercer rolls Stealth: Success (7 4 4 3 2 2 1 1)

Lyn levels her rifle and peers through the scope, taking a slow breath as she settles the targeting reticle over the head of the Centurion manning the turret on the APC. That thing could shred them if they have enough time to get it going hot.

Settling into position, Lanval waits for the explosion to go off before he's watching the APC that was hit first to pick his target. Seeing one of the Centurions coming out to move towards cover, he lifts his rifle to take aim and fire upon the grenade launching Centurion, a glance towards Kyle to see where she's aiming as he prepares his own shot and nodding in approval.

Kyle's eyes flinch at the sudden light show and wash of heat from the explosion. The moment of truth upon them, she clicks the safety off of her rifle and hunkers down against her scope to watch one of the Cylons pop up through the top of the LAV like a gopher coming out of its hole. IRONY? Kyle loves that game at the video arcade. With a lull of her head to one side and her eye through her scope, she lines a bead on the Cylon's head. Heart thudding in her chest, Kyle wets her lips and tries to time the squeeze of the trigger between heartbeats. She pulls the trigger...

BOOM. Erin takes a breath once the ambush begins. And lets it out slowly. A second later, she pulls her carbine up to her shoulder, finds the (seemingly) most deadly target, and opens fire on the Centurion with the grenade launcher. She knows how quickly explosives turn a battle.

Cate jumps a little when the explosion goes off, even though she was expecting it, then she lifts her SMG and takes aim at the nearest Cylon.

Lyn attacks Gunner1 with Rifle+Ap+Scope but hits the COVER they're behind.
Erin fires a burst!
Erin attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Erin attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but Cent5 EVADES!
Erin attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Lanval fires a burst!
Lanval attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Lanval attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Lanval attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Mercer fires a burst!
Mercer attacks Gunner1 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Mercer attacks Gunner1 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Mercer attacks Gunner1 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Josua fires a burst!
Josua attacks Gunner1 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Josua attacks Gunner1 with Rifle+Ap but Gunner1 EVADES!
Josua attacks Gunner1 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Gunner1 fires full-auto!
Gunner1 attacks Kyle with Hmg and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Gunner1 attacks Abigail with Hmg but MISSES!
Gunner1 attacks Mercer with Hmg but MISSES!
Cent3 attacks Erin with Lmg+Bipod but hits the COVER they're behind.
Cylon1 passes.
Cate fires a burst!
Cate attacks Cent3 with Smg+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Cate attacks Cent3 with Smg+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Left Leg. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Cate attacks Cent3 with Smg+Ap but MISSES!
Abigail uses Frag Grenade. EXPLOSION!
Abigail attacks Cent3 with Frag Grenade and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Abigail attacks Cent3 with Shrapnel and HITS! Graze wound to Left Leg. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Abigail attacks Cent3 with Shrapnel. Stopped by ARMOR on Abdomen.
Abigail attacks Cent3 with Shrapnel. Stopped by ARMOR on Chest.
Abigail attacks Cent5 with Frag Grenade but hits the COVER they're behind.
Abigail attacks Cent5 with Shrapnel and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Abigail attacks Cent6 with Frag Grenade but Cent6 EVADES!
Abigail attacks Cent6 with Shrapnel. Stopped by ARMOR on Left Leg.
Abigail attacks Cent6 with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Left Leg. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Abigail attacks Cent6 with Shrapnel. Stopped by ARMOR on Abdomen.
Kyle attacks Gunner1 with Rifle+Ap+Scope but hits the COVER they're behind.
Charlie attacks Cent6 with Sniper Rifle+Ap+Scope and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Neck.
Cylon2 passes.
Cent5 passes.
Cent6 passes.
Cent3 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Cate, Abigail)
Cent6 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Abigail, Charlie)

Lyn releases her breath and squeeze the trigger. Unfortunately the turret is swung around just as she fires, and her shot bounces off the base of the weapon now blocking the Centurion's head. "Frak" she mutters to herself, and tries to target it again.

"Nice, Sergeant." compliments Josua to Abigail, leaning out just barely enough to take aim and let lose a burst of bullets at the biggest threat-- the gunner. Unfortunately, between a bullet going wide and the cover, its not actually effective at taking the toaster out.

Well! Hopefully no one's got a serious case of splinters after that. Charlie squints and ducks her chin a bit to shield from the brilliant glow of the explosion. As soon as it's past, she angles to look through her scope and leans out a bit on the branch. A slow, steadying of her breath as her finger settles by the trigger. She tracks the vehicles and the cylons that start to spill from them. Here target... and as soon as one is centered in her sights, she squeezes that trigger. There's the crack of the rifle from within the trees and the servos of one of the centurions is severed. The rifle is racked again as she exhales slowly, sweeping to look for her next target.

krak krak krak Erin's 3-round burst doesn't strike its intended target. She ducks behind cover quickly as another Centurion takes aim at her, but it is soon knocked out. She takes another quick breath, turns, and once again takes aim at the Centurion with the Grenade Launcher. Because grenades hurt. A lot.

Kyle wheezes quickly when a round punches into her body armor. The shot flies off wide and TANGS! against the cover the Gunner is hiding behind. "Frak!" Kyle hisses and switches away from her scope for the iron sights mounted on the diagonal rail on her rifle. Eyes fluttering, because truly, that HURT, she clicks the fire selector on her rifle and goes from one-shot kill hopeful, to fighting back in the middle of an honest firefight.

Abigail reaches down, pulling out the second of her three, precious three, because Mercer is just an old softie, and prepares her next salvo, "Thanks, Traiga." She still can't get a good angle on that cent that's firing full auto, but she can try to do for the guy in the vehicle, right?

With he and Erin both firing at a target, Lanval switches fire lanes, noticing a Cylon setting up in the back of the truck to open fire upon the group, he turns his attention to it, flipping the selector switch to full auto and lets out a burst of sustained fire in an attempt to take out the Cylon, or at least keep it occupied as Abigail prepares the grenade.

Cate helps to take down one of the Centurions, then shifts her fire to the one in the big machinegun turret.

The Cylon driving the truck puts it into reverse and starts peeling backwards up the road, while the passenger fires a rifle out the window.

Lyn attacks Gunner1 with Rifle+Ap+Scope but hits the COVER they're behind.
Lanval fires full-auto!
Lanval attacks Cylon2 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Lanval attacks Cylon2 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Lanval attacks Cylon2 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Body. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Lanval attacks Cylon2 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Lanval attacks Cylon2 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Lanval attacks Cylon2 with Rifle+Ap but Cylon2 EVADES!
Lanval attacks Cylon2 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Lanval attacks Cylon2 with Rifle+Ap but Cylon2 EVADES!
Erin fires a burst!
Erin attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Erin attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Erin attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Mercer fires a burst!
Mercer attacks Gunner1 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Mercer attacks Gunner1 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Mercer attacks Gunner1 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Kyle fires a burst!
Kyle attacks Gunner1 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Kyle attacks Gunner1 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Kyle attacks Gunner1 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Gunner1 fires full-auto!
Gunner1 attacks Kyle with Hmg but MISSES!
Gunner1 attacks Abigail with Hmg but MISSES!
Gunner1 attacks Mercer with Hmg but Mercer EVADES!
Cent5 uses Grenade Launcher. EXPLOSION!
Cent5 attacks Lyn with Grenade Launcher but hits the COVER they're behind.
Cent5 attacks Lyn with Shrapnel and HITS! Graze wound to Right Leg.
Cent5 attacks Lyn with Shrapnel and HITS! Graze wound to Left Leg.
Cent5 attacks Lyn with Shrapnel. Stopped by ARMOR on Chest.
Cent5 attacks Cate with Grenade Launcher and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Left Arm.
Cent5 attacks Cate with Shrapnel. Stopped by ARMOR on Abdomen.
Cent5 attacks Cate with Shrapnel and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Cent5 attacks Cate with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Cent5 attacks Josua with Grenade Launcher but hits the COVER they're behind.
Cent5 attacks Josua with Shrapnel and HITS! Graze wound to Right Arm.
Cent5 attacks Josua with Shrapnel. Stopped by ARMOR on Chest.
Cent5 attacks Josua with Shrapnel. Stopped by ARMOR on Chest.
Abigail uses Frag Grenade. EXPLOSION!
Abigail attacks Cylon2 with Frag Grenade but MISSES!
Abigail attacks Cylon1 with Shrapnel and HITS! Graze wound to Body. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Abigail attacks Cylon2 with Frag Grenade and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Body. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Abigail attacks Cylon2 with Shrapnel and HITS! Impaired wound to Bed.
CREW HIT! attacks Cylon2 with Shrapnel and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest.
Abigail attacks Cylon2 with Shrapnel and HITS! Impaired wound to Cab. (Reduced by ARMOR)
CREW HIT! attacks Cylon2 with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Right Leg.
CREW HIT! attacks Cylon2 with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Right Arm.
Abigail attacks Gunner1 with Frag Grenade but hits the COVER they're behind.
Abigail attacks Gunner1 with Shrapnel. Stopped by ARMOR on Chest.
Josua fires a burst!
Josua attacks Gunner1 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Josua attacks Gunner1 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Right Arm.
Josua attacks Gunner1 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Charlie attacks Cent5 with Sniper Rifle+Ap+Scope but hits the COVER they're behind.
Cylon1 fires a burst!
Cylon1 attacks Lanval with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Cylon1 attacks Lanval with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Cylon1 attacks Lanval with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Cylon1 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Lanval)
Cylon2 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Lanval, Abigail, CREW HIT!)
Gunner1 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Kyle, Josua)

Lyn fires another shot that plinks off the APC rather than the Centurion gunner, but thankfully someone else gets the frakker. The one with the grenade launcher, however, blows up the fallen tree she was behind. Shrapnel slices against her legs, but barely scratches her. She mutters a silent thank you to Aldrich's fervent praying because that could have been bad. Then she gets up and moves to try to get a shot on the one with the grenade launcher.

With the gunner going down, there's only one real threat left-- after a moment taking stock of the situation, Jos links. There's literally only one threat left. So he shoots at that one.

The grenade goes off entirely too close to Lyn and Cate's position for Cate's comfort. Lyn was more shielded by the tree. It protected Cate as well, but not quite as well. The medic is knocked down with an off, stunned.

There's a swear as her shot doesn't hit the centurion firing grenades at the team. Charlie exhales lowly, resettling herself. "Frak," she repeats; an epithet to the pine needles around her. There's no way of distracting it, either. Not likely, if it hasn't been, already. When she notices Lyn break cover, her jaw tightens. She hits the comms, "Arda, frak you. You're leaving a zone unwatched- what if more come in? Rely on the team!"

Lyn replies back over the comm. "My cover is now woodchips, Wagner! Moving to a better spot!"

"...think you're cute? Big gun you got there." Kyle whispers to herself, then squeezes the trigger. Two of the rounds hit the cover behind the gunner Cylon, but the third is a satisfying puncture into its chest that makes its lights go out. She has just enough time to get the round off before the wood around her splinters with rounds that miss her, forcing her back down under cover. A growl escapes her as Lyn makes her move. "Covering FIRE!" Kyle calls out and leans back up, trying to buy Lyn some time.

With just one Centurion to worry about, Erin continues her assault from cover. Trigger pull after trigger pull, her attacks may not be taking it out -- but maybe it's distracting enough to keep its aim untrue.

Abigail is a woman on a mission. And that mission is destruction, apparently, as her grenade goes whistling in towards the truck attempting to make its retreat. Man, if only she were a pyramid player, she would call this a full three-point shot, because th grenade lands just so, the explosion blowing out the front hood of the truck, the vehicle exploding into a fireball large enough to lift it off the the ground and take out the other trash cylons around it. This is all to the good, though that burning wreckage is going to be a huge smoke signal. "I can borrows yours if I need them, right, Corporal?" She indicates his grenades with a tip of her head, before she switches to her SMG. And starts to try to move in closer to Cate.

With Lyn breaking cover, and Charlie's admonishment, Lanval turns his attention up the road to listen and look for a moment before his attention whipped back around by the explosions and the blast from them. He speaks briefly on the comms. "Medic down." Someone should probably you know, help Cate as Lyn's running away from the area.

Abigail says, "I've got her!"

Right, so, while Jos is being all cool headed and chill, its worth noting that the tree he's hiding behind has several large chunks of metal stuck into it alarmingly close to his head. And his right arm, well, that's nothing. But it might have been an artery if the shrapnel was just a bit over from there. But? Jos is Scorpian. He's a cool customer. He first joined up in his clan's militia barely out of puberty. Pff. It ain't the first time shrapnel almost took his head off. That's why the gods made trees to hide behind.

Kyle suppresses Cent5 with Rifle+Ap and succeeds.
Lanval passes.
Charlie attacks Cent5 with Sniper Rifle+Ap+Scope but hits the COVER they're behind.
Cent5 uses Grenade Launcher. EXPLOSION!
Cent5 attacks Kyle with Grenade Launcher and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Head. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Cent5 attacks Kyle with Shrapnel. Stopped by ARMOR on Chest.
Cent5 attacks Kyle with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Left Arm.
Cent5 attacks Kyle with Shrapnel. Stopped by ARMOR on Abdomen.
Cent5 attacks Kyle with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Right Arm.
Cent5 attacks Lanval with Grenade Launcher and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Left Arm.
Cent5 attacks Cate with Grenade Launcher and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Cent5 attacks Cate with Shrapnel and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Cate passes.
Mercer fires a burst!
Mercer attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Mercer attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but Cent5 EVADES!
Mercer attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Josua fires a burst!
Josua attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Josua attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Josua attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Lyn attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap+Scope but hits the COVER they're behind.
Erin fires a burst!
Erin attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but Cent5 EVADES!
Erin attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but Cent5 EVADES!
Erin attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but Cent5 EVADES!
Abigail tends to Cate and treats their worst wound successfully.

Lyn fires off a shot at the Centurion in passing but it still pings off its cover as she dives behind another tree for her new little piece of shielding.

<FS3> Lanval rolls Alertness: Success (8 5 5 5 5 4 4 4 2 2 1 1)

Cate shakes her head to clear it, though that actually makes the spinning a little worse, not better. She does lever herself up as Abigail reaches her. "I'm all right. I'm..." Then another grenade goes off, more shrapnel pinging into her vest, and she falls into Abigail, winded.

Turning his attention up the road, Lanval was unaware of the grenade coming his way until the explosion nearby causes a brief over-pressurization and knocks him to the ground. Fortunately, he only take sa small wound to his side as he moves to his knee. With that, he turns his rifle to fire at the Centurion Bomber that Bombs at Midnight.

Frak this. Frak this. That's the second grenade fired, and Erin's not about to see someone go the way of one Private Geoff Courtois. Nope. No meatshields today. So, she picks herself up, jogs forward, and presses the assault on the last Centurion.

Abigail twists, trying to block Cate with her own body, since the cylon seems to be doing it's level best to try to blow them all up...but especially Rhodes, because of course it is. It's like she gives off some sort of cylon-pheromone. "Come on, let's try to get to deeper cover, while I slap a patch on, Doc."

Another crack of the rifle sounds out and at this point, it's clear Charlie isn't going to stop at last trying to get at the damn thing. "Get clear," she mutters into the comms. "I might at least be able to distract the frakker long enough to get the wounded out of sight." A tree isn't the safest place to do so, but she's pretty damn obscured. The woman braces herself a bit tighter back against the trunk, holding her gun tight. Either as if it were a support raft or because it's, well, her baby. Gotta protect the baby.

Kyle Costello is firing away, trying to keep the Cylon with the grenade launcher down, but the grenade sails over and gives Kyle a front row seat. Kyle gets an arm up and tries to roll, but the explosion lights her cover position up in a spray of shrapnel, sending the Caprican rolling away from it. She manages to hang onto her gun, but with flesh wounds trickling blood down the front of her face and both arms, rather than fire back, Kyle snaps back to her training, rifle-crawling for cover that's out of everyone else's firing lane.

"Fraking toaster." growls Josua, with real, evident hate in his voice: but why a Scorpian has that much venom for the machines is anyone's guess. Its not like his home is getting raided. But its there. He leans out of cover to take aim and just let go on the tin can.

Charlie distracts Cent5 successfully.
Lyn attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap+Scope but hits the COVER they're behind.
Josua fires full-auto!
Josua attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Josua attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Josua attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Josua attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Josua attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Josua attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Josua attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Josua attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Erin fires full-auto!
Erin attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Erin attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Erin attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Erin attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Erin attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Erin attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Right Leg. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Erin attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap. Stopped by ARMOR on Chest.
Erin attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Kyle passes.
Cent5 uses Grenade Launcher. EXPLOSION!
Cent5 attacks Charlie with Grenade Launcher but MISSES!
Cent5 attacks Charlie with Shrapnel and HITS! Graze wound to Left Leg.
Cent5 attacks Charlie with Shrapnel and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Cent5 attacks Charlie with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Right Leg.
Cent5 attacks Charlie with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Cate passes.
Lanval fires a burst!
Lanval attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Lanval attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Lanval attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Mercer fires full-auto!
Mercer attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Mercer attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Mercer attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Mercer attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest.
Mercer attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Mercer attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Mercer attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Mercer attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.
Abigail tends to Cate and treats their worst wound successfully.
Cent5 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Josua, Erin, Mercer)

The last Centurion goes down under a hail of bullets, and the field is silent save for the ringing in everyone's ears. "Everyone sound off!" Mercer calls, looking around to check status of the team.

Abigail is still meat-shielding Cate, and trying to stop up where she's leaking. Which, really, if this isn't the strangest sight ever, well, "Walker, I'm fine, Doc's...leaking, but she's holding together."

"Hayes, fine." Erin lowers herself back down into cover, and then takes the moment to reload herself. Because she can. She listens up to see who else may, or may not, sound off with her.

"Arda is clear!" Lyn calls, checking her wounds and deciding they aren't remotely worth being looked at. She looks more disgusted that she didn't seem to hit a damned thing, and she pulls the scope off her rifle because it's clearly messed up.

"Whittaker, clear." Lanval reports, before glancing up the road. "No new contacts." he adds in before moving to check on his squadmate, approaching Kyle as he takes out one of his bandages and considers her, a visual check of her wounds.

"Traiga, clear, Gunny." sounds off Josua, as he ducks back behind his en-shrapneled tree just in case more toasters show up.

Sometimes, you're both glad and terrified that a plan is successful. When that grenade comes her way, Charlie is in this camp. She just holds on when it hits the tree she's in and... when the ringing in her ears stops? She's still in the tree and intact. In fact, for the most part, even her fatigues are barely damaged. Her legs and sides have taken the worst of it, but it's nothing that'll keep her in sickbay for more than some minor treatment when they get back. Spectre lets out a slow sigh of relief and clicks the comms: "Wagner checking in, Gunny." Then begins the slow descent back to the ground.

Cate doesn't answer, still getting her bearings after getting her bell rung. She just closes her eyes for the moment and lets Abigail work, a hiss and wince in response to some of the bandaging efforts showing that she's not completely out of it.

Kyle stuffs her back against cover and wipes at her face with her forearm...then her gloved hand. Both come away with blood. "Costello! Clear! Wounded, but one piece!" Kyle calls out, brushing at her face again. It's the nature of headwounds to bleed like a son of a bitch, and with the grazing wounds on her arms that bleed, as well, she's in over her head for the blood show. "Oh, frak, Whit." Kyle safeties her rifle and scoots to one knee. "How bad is it?"

Mercer nods to the team. "Good work everyone. Arda, Hayes - go check that truck, see what they were transporting. Rest of you, gather up the wounded and let's get ready to get the frak out of here before more toasters show up." Mercer watches the road on overwatch while the others gather themselves.

Lyn moves out at Mercer's order and she meets up with Erin, setting her back against the transport to open the door and make sure Erin has a clear shot inside just in case.

At the Gunny's command, Josua is up and heading over for Cate, offering her a once-over to see how wounded she is, and then a hand, "Toaster really wanted to blow you up, Rhodes, was it?"

"Sorry, Rhodes. I'm doing my best." Abigail is no medic, and she doesn't have the deft hands of Cate herself, so she knows she's causing the medic more pain than is strictly necessary, "You got any morpha in there?" A glance over at Josua, "Traiga, need your help over here!" Given that Cate is already a couple three inches taller than Abigail, and weighted down with her medical gear, trying to move her at speed for the blonde diver is going to be a beast. But oh, like Johnny on the spot, there he is, and Abigail moves to help him help Cate up, "Who else needs a patch or two?"

On orders, Erin begins to move. Actually, she gets up, and pauses when she sees Kyle. She opens her mouth to say something, but then stops herself. Orders first; orders first. "Acknowledged." And then, the raccoon Marine heads over to the truck to check it out.

And when she gets there, she murmurs quietly, "Hot diggity frakkin' damn."

Lyn looks in after Erin and she grimaces. "Frak, Gunny, there is a shitton of munitions in here. Rockets, launchers, we can't let these get back into Cylon hands," she calls, because the rockets tend to blow their people up. A lot. A whole lot.

It doesn't take too long before Charlie is appearing from he trees at a light, only-sorta-limping jog, tucking away the scope from her rifle. It's back to just 'weird-looking carbine' status now. She'll need a shower and there's blood at her sides and legs, but she's not in bad shape. Definitely in good enough shape to help the other wounded. Spotting Cate, she moves towards the medic; frowning for her state. There's a look to Abigail, instead, and an upnod. "Where do you need me?"

"Not bad." Taking out a bandage, Lanval applies it to the worst of her wounds and shakes his head. "Won't complain." About what, he doesn't say, he taps his comm. "Gunny. Should leave them a present."

Hearing the report from Lyn, Mercer nods. "All right. Let's blow that shit up. Couple grenades should do it. Who's got some? Walker?"

Cate is not bleeding all that badly, but she does seem to be a little winded and dazed still. "Just help me up," she mumbles to Josua and Abigail. With their help, she'll be able to get to her feet, though she left her SMG lying on the ground somewhere nearby. Holding a hand to her flak vest, she answers Josua with a wince, "Apparently so. Frak me."

"...just not ready for them to cut out parts I wanna show at the military ball." Kyle mumbles up through the bandaging episode, pressing her head into the bandage to stop the bleeding, which ends the creeping waterfall effect the blood has on her face. "I'm gonna get back to transport, be careful." Kyle offers to Lanval, grabbing her rifle, rising and turning to see Erin looking her way. She waves a bloody glove low, lip tugging hard to the side in a frown. Gloves turns to an 'OK' symbol. "Frak." Kyle suddenly blurts out. "They're gonna be digging one out of my armor back home." Kyle rolls her shoulders and digs a hand under her armor, rubbing at a sore spot on her chest.

Abigail looks back towards the road, as she hears the call from Lyn about the contents of the truck, and she pull the one she still has free, "I've got one left, still same some kit I can juryrig, if no one else's got one for me." She leaves Cate with Josua, once the medic is on her feet, nodding to Wagner as she heads back towards the road and the truck, free hand held out, in case anyone else has something for her.

"Yes, Sergeant." Jos nods to Abigail and moves to help support the other half of Cate, "We got you, Rhodes." Word of Lyn's find has him blinking, "Throw a grenade in on our way back?" he suggests as a method of dealing with the armamaents. He flashes a quick grin at Cate, "Motherfrackers sense a medic, they do. Sadistic bastards."

So, after a few seconds in the back of the truck with Lyn, Erin emerges a very pleased woman. That's because she has a rocket launcher over one shoulder, and a pack with a couple of rockets' tips sticking out. Shit-eating grin? All the way across her cute-as-hell face, that's right. And it might just be a trick of sound, but she sounds like she's giggling. Happily. "Oh, ho, ho, ho. Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha." A steady, quiet, creepy sort of laugh. Of glee.

Lyn hands Abigail one of her grenades. She doesn't use them all that often because her aim with them isn't as good.

Giving Kyle's good shoulder a bump when she passes by, Lanval offers a nod as she starts to head towards the transport. He looks towards the truck and frowns a little. He made his suggestion to booby-trap the thing to take out more Cylons when they arrived, but he shrugs. It's not the same war he's been fighting the last few months anymore. He has to adjust his tactics.

Mercer hands Abigail one of his grenades as well when she heads past him towards the truck. "This oughta be enough - let's not frak around any longer than we need to. Set 'em up and let's bug out." Erin's gleeful grin gets a side-eye glare from the gunny. "Hayes what the frak are you doing?"

Without grenades on hand, Chare just steps up to start collecting spare gear -- like Cate's SMG -- to help collect things while the others prepare to blow the trucks.

*Charlie just steps...

"Thanks," Cate mumbles back to Josua, still grimacing. "Tell me about it," she mumbles. She leans on the other corporal while the others take care of the truck and then realizes. "Frak, I dropped my gun. Can... thanks Wagner." She'll just be quiet again.

"Taking some ammo and a launcher for our stores?" offers Erin unhelpfully. "Could look to see if these have been modified by the toasters too, right? Maybe they -- I don't know -- improved on the technology?" She gives Mercer her best 'i'm innocent and know what i'm doing look'. Which, under the circumstances, may not be entirely genuine or convincing.

<FS3> Erin rolls Composure: Success (7 5 4 4 4 4 4)

"Thanks, Arda," is said as Abigail walks past, and then again, "Thanks, Gunny," as she gets one of Mercer's as well. And then she's calling back on the comms, "If you're not dead, you are about to be, once this things blows, so I'd suggest you start heading back to the pickup spot." She climbs on to the transport, giving it a quick once-over to see where best to apply the explosives. Finally, after a few seconds, and a, "That means you too Hayes," she sets the grenades and takes off at a run, the transport sending up another shower of flame, and shrapnel and fireworks.

Mercer gives Erin a skeptical I'm-not-buying-it look, then replies dryly. "Sure the R&D guys will be greatly indebted." The sarcasm is strong with this one. "Let's move the frak out everyone." He hangs back just long enough to make sure Abigail doesn't get ambushed blowing up the truck, and the squad heads back for the Raptor.


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