The marines are sent to safeguard civilians at the starport during the massive attack on Islesboro and Biscayne Bay.
Location: Biscayne Bay Starport, Picon
Related Scenes: 2237-07-21 - Defend the Bay - Air
Scene Number: 298
Lyn finishes securing her tactical belt as she steps into line with the rest of Mercer's hand-picked crew. She looks over at Aldrich, gives him a tight smile, and checks her gear. "We're gonna need all the prayers today, Al," she tells the Chaplain quietly.
On his way to the berthings, Gage doesn't seem at all bothered by being waylaid by the Gunny, following him down to the hangar deck after he's shrugged into his gear. While he doesn't gasp at the mention of a base star, he does give a visible grimace, pats his pocket to make sure his gum is ready -- he's going to need it -- and says, "Ready to rumble, Gunny."
Abigail is running in as the team is gathering, strapping on ans strapping down everything she can grab that might be useful, as she moves into the hangar deck, pulling up short as Mercer starts his spiel. There's a sudden stillness, a blanching, visible even under her usual tan, at the mention of Biscayne Bay, her hometown. A glance, away from the Marines, searching the hangar deck, and it's with reluctance that she looks back to the group, as if she had not found what she was looking for.
Eudora Rothschild is at the front of the group when Mercer delivers the news and the mission. Her expression grows grim with each passing note, but the news of the basestar barely impacts the surface of her expression. In fact, it draws a faint twitch at the corner of her mouth. The gunner crosses her arms as Mercer tells them of the Bay, and she offers a curt nod. "Was there already an attempted evacuation, Gunny, or are we dealing with an abrupt attack?"
A base star. And the Vanguard is being sent? Charlie just stares at Mercer for a long moment. "Frak me, to have the Galactica right now." The woman just looks at the bunk she's been staying in for a moment before moving into action, grabbing gear. Specifically her preferred rifle. It doesn't take long to gear up. It never does for a trained marine and definitely not for a recon marine. She's packed up with the rest before too long, arranging her gear as she prefers; equipment like monocular and scope in easy reach on her battledress pockets. She falls in to wait to be loaded into their transport, helmet not-quite buckled into place.
Gray gets all geared up as quickly as he can, sliding into line. "Tell me about it," he mumbles at the mention of prayers on the heels of 'basestar' over 'big cities'. His 'lucky totem' is a cigar in one of his pockets...and other than that, he's just waiting for orders right now.
Aleksander did a very poor job of being lazy as he did not pick a very good hiding place with Mercer catching sight of him and volunteering him to this mission. Changing into more a more appropriate outfit and putting on his tactical kit, the Tauron is definitely not pleased when the Basestar is mentioned. "So they're inserting us someplace where a Basestar will be on top of us. So they can drop us frakking presents. Great." With only the Air Wing standing between the Cylon armada and the Marines on the ground, Aleksander does not look very enthusiastic about this mission. Pulling out a cigarette from his pack, he slips it between his lips but doesn't light it, not yet.
Aldrich is probably here because he was in the path of the gathering troops at exactly the wrong moment. But he's not in the habit of turning down requests to 'volunteer,' so here he is with everyone, all kitted up with helmet and weapon. As the situation is explained, he mutters a prayer in Gemenese, and makes some gesture that may be intended to ward off bad luck, or who knows. It's anyone's guess with him.
Chance just got off a duty patrol shift when he got grabbed up by Mercer. He doesn't really hesitate, instead just nods once, runs off to grab his standard ground and pound weapon (a machine gun, instead of the smaller standard issue assault rifle) and he dashes back to meet up and form up for the op. Of course, he didn't know about the basestar until he gets back to the group. Chance eyes his gun, and raises a brow, "Maybe I should've gotten a bigger gun..."
Roths catches the bit from Aleksander, and she flashes her friend a wry smirk. "The basestar is going to be far too busy to worry about what we're up to. Come now, darling, you can't possibly be that worried." Though she does give his shoulder a gentle squeeze before she glances around, getting a good sense of who is in the group. Chance's words draw a deep chuckle from the fellow gunner, ands he upnods to him gently. "A rocket launcher, perhaps?" Then she looks back to Mercer.
Cate is here, though she was off the ship for awhile this afternoon escorting the Picon civilians off the ship. Mercer gives her an eyeball, and there's a quick, quiet exchange between them. One might presume he's asking if the medic, who just made it back after being MIA, is up for this. Cate nods grimly and says something back. Apparently it's good enough for the gunny, who just grunts and doesn't argue with her further about it. She starts donning her gear, arching an eyebrow when Rothschild comments about not being worried.
Gage gives Aleksander a look -- or more precisely, he's eyeing the other Tauron's unlit cigarette, kind of wistfully. But now is clearly not the time to light up. "Wouldn't mind a handful of mines, either," he tacks on to Chance's musing, given they're playing with the wish-fairy. "Just in case."
Feeling a hand on his shoulder, Aleksander glances at Rothschild and smirks, shaking his head, "Worried? Nah, I just hate crap falling on me from the sky. One time on a mission back home, we were patrolling a field and this duck was flying over head. Dropped one right on the shoulder on my buddy that was next to me. /Hilarious/." The Tauron spots Gage's longing gaze at his cigarette but pretends not to notice.
Lyn has one of her climbing axes strapped to her back, along with the rest of her usual weaponru and gear. She's down an axe. She left one in the chest of a nanny bot on the original disastrous attempt to find the prison camp. Her smile warms a bit at the strange gesture from Aldrich, and then she's climbing into a Raptor and holding out a hand to help the others in.
As the team is gathering, Abigail remains perfectly silent, focused completely on the work she needs to do and the mission ahead. She has no cheeky comments, or off-colour commentary. She's fine with just getting loaded in, squeezing in where she fits, and then waiting for the team to be set down where they're needed.
Once in the Raptor and settled, Charlie puts a hand to her chest. Might be some sort of ward of her own, but she doesn't say. She just props her rifle between her legs, helmet on top, and settles back with her eyes closed. Maybe she'll have enough time to squeeze in a nap on the ride. She's damn well gonna try.
Dammit. No kitchen sink? Chance sighs and nods to Mercer, "Yeah, yeah, I got it." No rocket launcher for him. He hefts his heavy machine gun over one shoulder and hauls himself up and into a raptor. He settles himself into a seat, lodging his machine gun next to him for now. He buckles in and eyes the others. He offers a quick nod to Rothschild and then to the others, "No using me as a meat shield. Last time I got shot in the head for meat shielding you lot." Well, it was more for standing around like a statue unleashing autofire with reckless abandon, but still.
Gray slides into the Raptor next to Charlie and takes a deep breath. He's taking up as little space as he can manage as there seem to be a few more Marines in the Raptor than would normally be the case. "Another day at the office..." he mumbles before also trying to relax on the ride down.
Aldrich climbs in with the rest of the marines. He accepts Lyn's help, probably just so he can give her hand an extra subtle squeeze, and then finds a place to settle in, taking up as little room as possible given the crowded conditions. "I once saw a bird poop on a priest's head while he was leading services. Kept right on praying. That's dedication..." he offers, apparently as response to the duck poop story.
"You always miss the kitchen sink when you don't have it with you," Gage mumbles. He's undoubtedly talking about mines rather than sinks, but whatever. He settles in, wrapping his hands around the strap in preparation for the jump.
As they squeeze into the Raptor, Aleksander slips the straps on, snapping the buckle securely in place. He doesn't seem to miss the tight packing, apparently not claustrophobic at all. Eyes slowly slide shut as the Tauron now waits silently for them to be transported from the Vanguard to the spaceport.
The Raptors finally get their turn to take off, lifting off the deck and into sunlight - which is kind of a different experience given that they're all so used to launching into outer space. For those (un)lucky enough to be able to see out the front viewport, they can see chaos. The bombing has already started in Islesboro - explosions going off here and there. Dozens of ships fill the sky. The base star itself looms over the city. Another Picon heavy capital ship has jumped in and is trading fire with it, lighting up the sky with fireworks.
But the Marines are headed for Biscayne, not Isleboro. There are bombers hitting here too, but not as many. And some Cylon ships seem to be landing and - one might presume - disgorging Centurions for a ground assault.
Lyn returns Aldrich's hand squeeze, and when everyone is aboard she grabs the last empty space for herself, strapping in and taking a steadying breath. No room for a nap, since they're crammed in like sardines. She slows her breathing, using some of the meditation techniques she's been learning, and focuses on the mission ahead.
Cate sits quietly on the bench near the front, peering out the front. She sucks in a breath at the carnage. "My gods," she murmurs softly.
Gray rolls his eyes at the mention of 'mass panic'. Oh, this is going to be a /lovely/ day. "Great. So they'll be running around like idiots, maybe with a few looters thrown in..." And then he looks out the front viewport and sighs. Yep, this is going to be /so/ much fun. Whatever it is he mutters under the breath, it's probably profane.
Abigail looks over, as she hears Cate's comment, turning so that she can see out of the viewport, as she's found her usual spot in the raptor, "Not quite the homecoming I had in mind."
With his eye closed, Aleksander doesn't seem to be responding to or paying attention to the chatter around him, whether it be about what is going on outside or what they may find on the ground. There is a slight tensing for those who are very perspective when the Raptor lifts off and they begin their transit to the drop off point.
Aldrich glances toward Cate and her quiet exclamation. He hasn't seen her since she returned from being MIA, but it's not exactly the time for a reunion. He just glances back toward the viewport, or what little he can see, and comments quietly toward Gray, "Not idiots. They're afraid."
Gage is squished too far into the back to be able to see anything but someone else's head and elbow to boot. Maybe it's too early, but maybe it's just about the right timing: he breaks out his gum and starts chewing. Frak that noise.
Rothschild is observantly quiet as they come into view of the chaos. After all, Cate and Gray have both said all that needs to be said. She adjusts the SAW across her lap, wishing she had put more thought into the call to action stations. She glances across at Chance. "Next time, I'm grabbing a LAW... for my back-up weapon." The broad-shouldered Leonese woman then looks back at the chaos through the viewport.
There's a grunt towards Gray. "Shhhh." He chose to sit next to the person trying to nap. But then, they jumped in-atmo. Charlie's not getting that chance anyway. So she just sort of grumbles and puts on her helmet, squinting out the front of the Raptor anyway. Her breath catches; Biscayne is not her home, but she's been there often enough. The woman's hands tighten on her rifle and she looks towards Abigail.
Cate looks over at Abigail when she says that, brow furrowing. "You're from there?" She nods to Aldrich in support of his assessment of the fleeing people.
Abigail nods, looking to Cate, "Yeah. Once the raptor banks around five degrees to the east, I can point you to my house, once we get into the approach to the beach. It's right on the edge of the dunes." A beat, "Hopefully, my parents and little brother won't be on the roof waving at us as we go by."
Lyn blinks towards where Abigail and Cate are, and she grimaces. She'd put a hand on Abby's shoulder in support if the woman were close enough, but it's too packed in here and Arda is by the door. "You all hear that? We're not just fighting for ourselves down there. People on Vanguard have family down below. Give it everything you've got."
Cate offers Abigail a sympathetic frown. "That sucks, sorry." Then Lyn gets a raised eyebrow and a dry remark, "Well, you know, I was thinking of just taking it easy this time, but since you asked..." She adjusts the strap on her SMG.
Gray glances over to Aldrich. "They're scared. That's what makes them idiots." Beat. "Panic." He glances over to Charlie...and he'd have been silent enough if they weren't in atmo so quickly. "Sorry..." And then he glances over to Abigail and waits for her to point out her home, smiling wistfully and thinking of Saggitation again for a moment, before putting his helmet on.
Aldrich shakes his head, lips pressing together in disapproval of Gray's assessment, but he refrains from starting a philosophy discussion (possibly for the first time in his life?), and looks off into the distance instead, focusing on his thoughts, or perhaps his prayers.
Chance eyes Rothschild and nods to her, "I shoulda brought a spare...And a rocket launcher." He leans out to watch the chaos for a moment. He runs a hand over his stubble of hair. He sighs a bit as they start to close in on the starport, "That's a real mess..." he pauses and nods to Mercer, "Hot landing. Roger that."
At the orders from Mercer, Lyn nods and prepares for a hot landing. She takes in a steadying breath and prepares to hit the control to open the hatch when told to.
Gray nods at the mention of a hot landing, and gets ready for a "fun" exit from the Raptor. Breathe in, breathe out...and wait for impact.
When a hot landing is on the menu, Aleksander's eyes snap open as he sits up straighter, less time to prepare for a disembark. This also means that his cigarette remains unlit, he had planned on stepping off of their transport and lighting up when they had a minute to get their bearings, but that sounds very unlikely now.
"They know where to hit us the hardest," Rothschild says under her breath, and then she nods in agreement to the hot landing. She braces her SAW tighter against her and sets her heels down into the flooring beneath her seat. She starts to count in her head, focusing on each number and the breath that comes with it. Feel where your breath goes, she always remembers, feel how it moves through you. Becoming aware is the key.
Perfect. Just what Gage loves to hear. Cylons trying to blow things up. "That's my frakking job, tincans," he's muttering, as he checks his rifle. "Ready, Gunny."
Abigail turns her attention back to Mercer, listening to the final debrief, seeming to have either set aside the fact that her family might be out there, or just too locked down to give any other reaction than business. She does, as it happens, manage to point out the curve of the beach where her house sits, though they may or may not be close enough to see it. "I'm ready, Gunny."
As Mercer relays information to them, Charlie's expression grows a bit more grim. She shudders a bit at the mention of a hot landing, but starts double-checking her gear. Got to make sure everything is secure. Then she chimes in: "Ready, Gunny."
Aldrich mutters faintly at the mention of a hot landing, but he checks his weapon, checks his helmet, checks his jacket... Probably hoping to avoid getting squished again. Then he sits up a bit straighter, waiting grimly once he's prepared.
Abigail will not be one of the first off of the raptor. As she's piled in at the far front, she just can't get clear of the bodies to be first. But that has the advantage of giving her time to grab one of her grenades, her SMG held loosely in one hand, so that she can pick it up once she's done some real damage.
Even as the Gunny's yelling at them to move, Gage is already heading out. Better out there than squished into the raptor, although maybe he'd rethink that if he'd seen the centurions and their rocket launchers before hitting the ground. Instead, he angles for the nearest cover.
The Praetorian upnods again to Chance. "I'll cover you while you use that thing for the powers of good." She flashes the Scorpian a wry smile. Then she hears the call from Mercer, and she's out of her seat, rolling on the balls of her feet as she moves. Rothschild is out with the rest, scrambling across the tarmac as she brings up her SAW with a roll of her shoulder. The weapon swings into her hands, and she runs forward as quick as she can to the first sign of cover under the suppression fire from the ECO's KEWs.
Lyn leaps out of the Raptor and starts laying down burst fire to cover the team disembarking. "Rockets!" she yells, to warn the others.
Like Abigail, Cate is towards the front and can't get out too quickly. But as soon as she has a chance, she's hopping down off the wing and moving into cover.
Once the order comes out to move, Gray hustles out. He's not first out the door, but he's reasonably close to it, sweeping the scene before hustling across the tarmac towards something resembling cover. And /then/ the call of "Rockets!" comes down, and he turns around and spots one with them. Somewhat instinctively, he spins and fires off a burst at the toaster in question.
Aldrich stays close to Gray as the marines scramble out of the Raptor and toward the nearest cover. Philosophy aside, he's still more chaplain than marine, so it usually pays to stick close to someone who is more the latter. He doesn't try to fire at the rockets. He focuses on getting to cover, first.
Aleksander isn't the first one out as he waits patiently for his turn, when the Marine next to him gets up and extracts, he follows suit. His rifle is still slung on his right shoulder and with the hot disembarking, he was about to bring it into position. However, another idea pops in his mind and instead of bringing his weapon to bear, the Tauron unclips one of the frag grenades. After running a few yards away from the Raptor and taking cover, he pulls the pin on the explosive and chucks it at the group of toasters. "Grenade out!" He calls out the warning as he throws, just in case something goes terribly wrong.
One of the last out is Chance, he's big so he lets others get out before him. Plus he has that huge gun. He comes out, boots pounding the ground when he lands. He storms off to get into a good firing position and then takes a solid stance before taking aim with his machine gun and unloading a torrent of bullets at the Centurions.
It only takes Gage a moment after he finds cover behind a jeep to peek over and, with a grin, pull a grenade out, pop the pin, and fling it with a hopefully accurate toss, focusing on one of the centurions with the rockets. He clearly hates those things, popping his gum as he does so in anticipation.
Lyn unloads rifle fire into one of the rocket-launcher wielding Centurions, and although some of her shots hit its cover, one does a nice job of punching it in its armored chest. She ducks back down to avoid the autofire from another machine.
Her grenade does not do nearly as much damage as she hoped. And she only ha a single one left, unless she starts grabbing for the ones the other team members might have brought with them. So for now, Abigail will switch to her SMG and try to provide some suppressive fire to assist the team.
The blast of Cylon fire resounds in her ears as she ducks behind her cover, feeling the chunk of rubble vibrate with the hits. Rothschild had managed to get off her own triggerwork, but she only saw one Cylon jar backwards with the successive strikes. She takes a few moments to breathe again before she's back in the open, braced against the concrete to line up her next shots into the field of Cylons and their immense rockets.
Cate is rocked back by a bullet striking her vest. She grunts and grimaces, checking to make sure it didn't go through. "Frakking bastards," she mumbles, wincing and catching her breath for a moment before getting back up into her crouched position behind some crates. A brief glance is spared around looking for anyone who's down.
Gray rolls his eyes as his shots basically dent one of the Centurions. He was obviously hoping for more than cosmetic damage with his aiming...so, grunting a curse, he moves into a somewhat less-exposed position (which is to say, not-in-the-middle-of-the-frakking-tarmac) he starts to take aim...and then decides to leave the rocket-bearing Centurions to the folks with the grenades and focuses on some of the (slightly more annoying) mobile units.
Explosions are always fun, but they never seem to do quite enough damage to satisfy Gage. Maybe he prefers it when there's a bridge to blow up, or a tunnel to collapse. With an expelling of breath and a pop of gum, he's swinging his rifle around and targeting one of those rocket launcher-bearing centurions.
After unloading eight rounds at the Cylons, landing two into the midsection of one of the centurions, Chance leaps off to his right, towards a truck...NOT A FUEL TRUCK...and in doing so evades some incoming fire. Chance comes to his feet under cover of the truck. He takes in several deep breaths, calming his nerves a bit before he slings himself around the side of the truck to unload more autofire at the cylons.
Aldrich comes to a skidding stop behind a pile of debris just in time to avoid being hit by the Cylon that took aim at him, but he doesn't waste any time. He pulls up his weapon, take a deep breath, then pokes his head out to take aim at whichever target is most visible from where he is.
Once they're off the Raptor and on the ground, Charlie is quick to run to a point a bit away from the group, but behind cover. Far enough away to utilize her rifle properly. She skids to a final halt, weapon to her shoulder. There's a breath taken as she focuses on one of the Centurions with a rocket launcher and some muttering about 'annoying frakkers' as she fires. The crack of her own rifle is lost in the fray, but she racks another shot as the first goes a bit wide in the mix of dust and gravel. Breath. Focus. Breath. Just get through.
Again, Rothschild is out and in view long enough to send a blast of fullauto fire at the cluster of Cylons. Her expression is hard and fixed, and she keeps herself out of cover just long enough to have to duck back behind it to avoid the incoming shot. She holds back behind cover for a count of five before she is out again, this time abandoning her spot.
Lyn lets another burst of rifle fire fly at the rocket launcher carrying Cylon and all her shots hit, shredding its chest and abdomen. But it's Aldrich's blowing off a Cylon's head that has her grinning from ear to ear. All that firing range practice was worth it, clearly. "Nice shot, Al!"
Still, no grenade from Abigail. Insetad, she's still trying to weaken the cylons chances at hitting, if she can, so she's keeping to her bit of cover, and hoping that she won't run out of ammo at the wrong time.
There is even more of the profane (and at this rate, possibly even some of the sacred) coming from one Marine as Gray takes a winging shot to his non-dominant arm. Grunting but letting it bleed a little bit, he lines up another shot at the slippery bastards in question, giving himself a little more time in an effort to anticipate their next steps.
Another unloading of rounds and one of the centurions is down. Chance slings himself back behind the cover of the truck and takes in two deep breaths and glances around the side. "Good work, marines!" he calls out, "Keep thinning the herd." There can't be that many more, right? He swings around the side of the truck and unloads on the three Cylons grouped together...the poorly armed ones. Might as well clear them out.
A pop of gum seems to signal Gage's satisfaction as the rocket-bearing centurion goes down. "Anyone see any others with rockets? Looks clear to me," he calls, as he leans out past the jeep to scope out the field. He takes the opportunity to target one of the centurions, letting off a burst fire.
Aldrich doesn't get a chance to see whether he even landed a shot, since he ducks back behind cover without bothering to wait for a result. Possibly he heard Lyn's shout, but he's a bit focused at the moment. He takes another deep breath, then looks out again to find another target.
Cate gets hit in the vest again, but this one gets through and elicits a pained yelp from the medic. She sees one of the Cylons closing in on Lyn. It's too close for her to trust herself shooting at it, so she uses the butt of her rifle like a club and tries to smash the back of its head in.
Aleksander doesn't appear to be on his game today, his grenade takes a wierd bounce, perhaps hitting a piece of debris on the ground but the shrapnel barely inflicts any damage on the trio of Centurions he threw it at. Then the rounds the Tauron fires from his rifle isn't as effective either, two of the bullets hitting cover. Luckily for him, the others in his squad take down the rocket launcher wielding toaster. Now he's picking out another target, still staying behind the cover he has found and fires off another burst of shots.
"Frakkin'..." Charlie is not having the best time with her shots, either. At least she's not getting hit, in turn. "Anyone got any smart ideas to lure them out into the open?" This is asked into her radio as she shifts around in her own bit of cover. The woman adjusts her rifle a bit; clearly considering breaking it down into a more burst-fire arrangement. It might suit better, but then... She leans out, trying to get a better bead on some of their assailants.
Rothschild is relentless as she walks forward several steps, sending bursts of concentrated fire on the Centurions. She is stalled just a moment when she is clipped in the gut by another Centurion, but it drops before she can change her focus. She staggers back a step only to right herself once more and continues her relentless forward march toward the Centurions.
They're pushing them back, but it doesn't seem to be enough. And Abigail is running too low on her ammo. So let's see if she can't help to pick one of them off.
Lyn adds to the fire at one of the centurions, blowing the hell out of its head, chest, and arm, before a bladed comes down, sparking against the cover she's huddled behind. "FRAK!" she yells, seeing the Cylon turn on Cate, and the axe comes off her back.
A pop of satisfied gum marks Gage's satisfaction, not the least of which is the fact that one of the centurion's bullets impact harmlessly into the ground near him. He spots the cylons running towards him, his rifle swinging over briefly... but there's too much chance he'll hit friendlies. Trusting the others in the squad to be able to handle themselves, he turns attention to the centurion firing his way.
Gray is lining up his next shot...and truth be told, the shot itself goes quite well. That is to say, the inbound one that nails him square in the chest goes well...as does his shot at the cylon, but he's no longer focused on that. He's knocked back in pain and he is /not/ looking forward to having to stick a tampon in this one. "Motherfrakking defective piece of shit..." he mutters, lining up another shot...but visibly wincing as he does so.
A bullet knicks Aleksander's chest, the kevlar stopping most of the damage, causing him to growl out in annoyance. But he hunkers down a little more behind his cover, seeing one of the non-Centurion models advancing on the friendlies. Taking aim at the canner wielding a pistol and heading towards their chaplain, he fires off a burst.
"Someone get the chaplain out of there," Charlie hisses into the radio, even as she starts moving from her own cover. The sniper is not usually one to be in the midst of the fray, but she likes seeing Aldrich in there even less. Especially with the pistol-wielding worker model approaching him even less. She's not quite aiming her rifle that way just yet, but she is moving that way, physically, herself.
As Chance starts to unload on the cylons, one of them makes a move for him, rushing and slamming its club into his armor. Chance puts a round intot he cylons arm, but little else. He rolls away from it, to the other side of the truck. On the plus side, he plugged three of them, even if it wasn't all that bad. He moves to the front of the other side and prepares to make another round of shots at them.
Aldrich is focusing a little too hard on what he's aiming at, while one of the Cylons is approaching from his blind spot beyond the pile of debris he's aiming at. By the time he notices, it's right on him, and with a muttered curse, he swings his rifle around for a shot that hopefully doesn't go too wild. He's probably down with this 'get the chaplain out of there' plan.
Cate's smash to the back of the Cylon's head hits its shoulder instead. It doesn't do much more than scratch the paint, but it does get the thing's attention. As the Cylon wheels on her, its claw-hand upraised, Cate suddenly remembers she has a sidearm and draws that instead.
As she sees the last of the cylons in the immediate area go down, Abigail looks around, not moving from cover, but trying to get an idea of where Mercer might be, "Order, Gunny?"
Lyn's climbing axe comes down in a swing that sends the pointy end into the top of the head of the Cylon trying to stab Cate. Sparks fly, and with the medic's combined shot, also to the head, the Cylon's metal noggin detatches from its body. Lyn sets a foot on it, and pries out her axe , offering knuckles to Cate to tap.
That's all Rothschild needs as the next Centurion drops, leaving this section of the tarmac free of Cylons. The battle rages on, and she turns her head toward the loudest indicator of this. She sets her jaw, rolling her shoulder a bit against her SAW. She glances over toward Abigail at her request for orders, and she nods toward the spaceport silently.
Cate ducks under the Cylon's swipe and then brings up her pistol right into its face and pulls the trigger. Combined with Lyn's strike from behind, the thing goes down in a heap. "Nice axe," she deadpans. She returns Lyn's fistbump lightly. Breathing hard, she looks around to see who's hurt.
As the last Cylons go down, with one of them getting a shot from him as he and a few others reduce it to scrap, Gray finally gets a chance to respond to the order from over his commo. "On him." With that, he's moving to Aldrich's side. "Padre, got orders to try and get you somewhere safe...er." He has an almost apologietic look on his face as he mentions that. So, er...looks like I'll be your security detail today." With that, he takes a moment to shove the aforementioned tampon into the hole a Cylon so thoughtfully made for it.
When the immediate threat is visibly clear, Gage straightens, moving from his Jeep to another vehicle -- a troop transport -- weapon up, advancing on the dead-centurions. Hopefully dead centurions -- putting a couple of bullets in the nearest one just to make damn sure. Looking satisfied, he reloads, then begins scanning the horizon for more threats, while he waits for orders.
Aldrich flinches at the Cylon's shot that grazes his arm, expecting something more serious, but then the others take it out from a distance. He's left looking a little shell-shocked. He shakes it off after a moment, and glances up to Gray. "Right. Thanks." He starts to unsling his pack, "Wait a minute, you're injured. Hold on, I have a medpack..." It's supposed to be part of his job, after all.
Lyn nods to Cate and re-slings her axe on her back, reloading her rifle as she jogs over to check on Aldrich. "Take a hit, Al?" she asks worriedly.
When the firefight in the immediate area finally dies down with the toasters all shot to pieces, Aleksander slowly rises from behind the cover he took, taking a look at the area. The cigarette between his lips is not lost, though it is a bit crumpled. But the Tauron decides that it is still good enough to smoke so he fishes into his pocket for his lighter and with one hand, fires up the tip. Taking a puff as he puts away the lighter, he inhales a good amount before slowly breathing out the smoke. Then he gets to reloading his rifle as he walks towards the downed canners, doing a quick visual with the others.
"Just a scratch," Aldrich tosses out to answer Lyn, as he works.
Gray grins back as Aldrich moves to help him with his wound. "Thanks, Father." And as the Chaplain treats his wound, Gray /does/ make a point not to profane too many deities as he does so.
Coming out from behind the truck, Chance shoots two cylons, one of them falls by his bullets alone, another is hit by two others. Chance grunts and moves out towards the downed Cylons by the truck, machine gun trained on them. He fires off a round, single select, into each of their heads before he moves to reload his machine gun. "Reloading."
It's no coincidence that, after a scan of their surroundings, Gage ends up next to Aleksander. He's mostly watching their surroundings, but with an unrepentant grin, gestures towards the other Tauron in that universal request for a cigarette. Hard to resist when the other Tauron is puffing away.
Once the last fall, Charlie moves fully out of cover, dropping her rifle to its sling. She's fully untouched and her hand goes to her chest again. Her rifle is quickly reloaded and checked over before she moves to make sure any cylons nearby are fully non-op. "Gunny, all good over here." She makes her way over to the others, pausing near Aldrich and Gray. There's a grin towards Gray, "You gonna be good?" Mostly eye-balling his own injury.
Abigail finally rises from her cover, her weapon reloaded and ready, moving to join the rest of the team as they're puling back in together, "We should take advantage of the quiet to try to secure the area, see about setting up places for the refugees to gather, if we can."
Rothschild takes the time to reload -- though calling it time might be a bit of an overstatement as she's gotten loading and reloading SAWs done pretty quickly. What else can you do while stuck at firing range in any major Colonial city at midnight before a big press event? Practice, of course. She glances over toward Mercer and nods. "Ready."
"Anyone else hurt?" Cate asks, looking around. She'll tend to anyone who hasn't already been tended to, but otherwise is quiet.
"Area's too big for us to secure, Walker," Mercer points out. "But we can go hunting." Once everyone's situated, he waves a hand. "Let's move out."
Lyn shakes her head, checking herself over for damage. "Not even a scratch."
Gray shrugs...well, shrugs with one shoulder while letting Aldrich finish working on the other. "It's only a flesh wound..." he says, with a bit of standard-issue Marine bravado. A good sign is that he hasn't pulled out his cigar. "Thanks for asking. By the way, you still want that nap?" he asks back, smirking just a bit.