Marines and Pilots of the Timber Wolves utilize a distraction to investigate Cylon activities in the University District and why Dradis and Communications aren't working in the Area. What they find requires explosives and an epic escape to let Command know what they have found.
Location: RP Room 1
Related Scenes: None
Scene Number: 458
There was an irony to winning a battle in war, it rarely felt like you were winning when you were a soldier on the front lines. The Cylons were losing the battle of Delphi, but making sure that every centimeter that was gained - was covered in blood. The Colonial forces had pushed them back and both sides were preparing for the final assaults. While most of the Cylon lines were crumbling, extra resources had been diverted to the University District. There were few reports on what was going on there - and given that the district would be apart of the final push to secure Delphi - Command wanted to know what was going on.
The plan was two fold.. A squadron of Vipers would lead a strike into the University District - an attempt that instantly created a response. While they created a diversion, A raptor filled with Marines would land on the outskirts and do Recon to determine what was happening in the district center proper. In and out.
In the Air, two Squadrons of 4 vipers each zoomed over Delphi - launching directly into the University District.. Their speed and weapons set up so that any cylon even half on would notice them incoming. This created the intended result as Raiders launched and even ground units began to fire.
While all of this was going on, the Timber Wolves were already in the raptor - coming up on the outskirts. This is where our heroes find themselves as they were ordered to set up near a hospital, and then hoof it into the middle of the district. The Raptor found itself coming up on the Hospital itself, the street deserted - debris, abandoned cars, and even a few bodies (both Cylon and Human) scattered. For all intents and purposes - it would appear that the diversion was working.
Lyn checks her gear after waking up from her usual 'Raptor Nap' on the way down. As the crew prepares to land and discharge the marines, she shifts and tugs her helmet on more firmly. She's been lucky in the last few months, to not get seriously injured. She claims it's because she's on the Preacher Protection Plan, a nod to her dating the Chaplain. But she knows it's likely just a matter of time before her luck runs out.
It's not so much a Raptor Nap for Charlie as the fact that she has adopted the time honored marine ability to sleep just about anywhere, anytime. And Delphi has been difficult and constant. The woman is pretty much exhausted. She was out the minute she was strapped in and she doesn't stir until someone forces her to wake up. Her gear is already set and ready to go; battle dress in place, helmet strapped on, goggles draped around her neck, and rifle propped between her knees. It's unlike that which most of the others carry. An older model, perhaps. Certainly not a newer one. Something modular, with a few extra rails on it and a stock that looks like it can fold down... or at least be moved around in some way, shape, or form. Once she does stir, she checks over her gear one more time. Her scope, yes, and the other bits and bobs that allow said gun to adjust from the mid-range rifle that competes with the carbines into the snipe rifle that enables her to operate as the designated marksman of the squadron.
The former instructor is sitting to the right near the door. She continues the last weapons check, her eyes going over the weapons as she unclips one - checking the bullets and clips it back. The woman was completely focused on the mission that she had at hand. Though in the same armor and general attire. A small emblem of the Leonis is on the arm patch of the woman. She looks up at the other Marines and smiles faintly. Her head looking back down, at the weapons. The most unnerving for most Marines - hell probably even pilots - was the silence before the storm. (Marina)
Nora is in the pilot's seat today, and her face is set in grim alertness as she navigates their trip into hostile territory. The very real possibility of imminent attack--from air or ground or both--has made the doubling-up of pilots a necessity, one more strain on an already over-stretched detatchment. While the marines sleep, Nora keeps a wary gaze turned out the cockpit, head regularly swiveling to scope out the terrain around and below them as she steers their way toward the landing zone, as low as can safely be managed. It's more than a little weird, piloting a raptor down city streets at a height where they can look in windows as they pass. "Coming up on the LZ," she calls back over her shoulder, "Get ready."
As the Raptor landed, and the doors shuffled open.. The first thing that would hit the senses is that ..there was nothing. With the exception of the battle over head - there weren't any immediate sounds. No Civillians, no animals - nothing. The Cylons had been very thorough in their securing of the area. The orders were simple, get the information, get in the raptor..and get out. Easy-Peasy.
As the Raptor set down, the sensors on the ship would begin to fluctuate for the pilots. There would be nothing on Dradis, and then five thousand units on dradis. The system would go blank and come back. It would appear to be some form of disruption to prevent the Colonials from being able to scan from Afar.
The university itself was about three blocks down the road. The buildings, cars, and other debris would be able to effectively provide cover for the Marines/Pilots and keep the Raptor safe. They just had to walk it.
<FS3> Nora rolls Alertness: Success (7 5 4 4 4 3 2 2 2)
<FS3> Paquette rolls Alertness: Great Success (8 7 7 6 6 4 3 2)
He's not that used to being in a Raptor, but Paquette is handling being the co-pilot so far. Looking out as they get down to the ground, he offers a brief grin to the disembarking Marines. "Have fun out there," he remarks, rather lightly.
"Patrol coming in," Lyn says in a harsh whisper to the team. "Can't get a number, innerside of the district."
Nora frowns and reaches out to flick at the DRADIS monitor, flipping between display options before back to the standard. "Looks like there's some kind of jamming?" she suggests to Paquette, pointing at the way the readings jump wildly around. "Careful," she warns the departing marines, "DRADIS is blind out here, no way to tell what you're walking into."
Working on getting the scopes working a bit, Paquette mutters a few choice words in Leonese, before he nods at Lyn's words. "I see five of them," he reports, keeping the words quiet.
".. It's to quiet.." Marina says softly. She looks over to Lyn as she speaks and nods her head, "Affirmative.." She moves over towards the edge of a building - ducking behind it. If they had incoming, it would probably not be the best to be on the outside looking in. The woman pressed her head against the wall and breathed. Reaching down to her comm unit as she hears the call outs and exhales speaking into the comms, "..Alright, Let's get in position then.. We'll catch them in cross fire and take them out easily."
Schwthump. Schwthump. The tell-tale sounds of the heavy Centaurians can be heard in the distance. Vwhoom. Vwhoom. The single red eye moving from the left to the right - most of them currently out of sync. The patrol is moving down the road with little to no concern about the buildings around them. The greyscale metal reflecting the carnage that is has been rot. As the finally move closer, there are confirmed five cylons.. Four with Standard arms that are scene, one with an Anti Air Missile attachment. The group pauses and turns towards where the Viper is hidden. There is a brief moment and then the monstrosities begin to make their way towards it. Still in that damningly slow walk that they are known for.
Lyn snorts back at Charlie. "They need the Raptor crews elsewhere, I'd guess. We don't need their missiles or jamming on this run, so they probably just grabbed any pilots they could." She keeps her eye on the patrol and at Marina's orders, she moves to tuck herself in behind the husk of a burned-out vehicle. When they get into range, she levels her rifle on the hood of the car, and takes aim at the missile launcher bearer.
"Does it look to you as if they're heading straight toward us?" Nora whispers to Paquette, as if talking softly is going to save them from being noticed now. She reaches down to unclip her seatbelts, slipping out of the harness and easing her sidearm from its holster as well. "We should get out and try to help draw them off. If they take out the Raptor we're all stuck here."
Paquette nods, "It looks that way," Paquette replies, before he gets out of his seat. "True, if they take out the Raptor, it'll be a long walk back to safety." He draws his sidearm as well, stepping outside and aiming for one of the Cylons, while also looking to see where he can find some cover.
"You don't want to get stuck behind the lines," Nora advises Paquette, one corner of her mouth curling up wryly, "Not before you learn how to sleep standing up." She slips out of the raptor behind him, crouching low and finding a heap of debris to hide behind as she takes aim.
"Point taken. Just hope they don't try to get fancy on us on the way home." Charlie grunts, moving forward to a closer position. She flips the firing switch on her gun as it appears the centurions won't be missing them. No easy cover close to the ship, but when that anti-air gear becomes obvious... they don't want them close to the ship. Thus, the woman takes off at a quicker rate to try to guide, perhaps, the cylons away from their ride and perhaps earn some cover as she opens up fire.
Nora attacks Cylon1 with Pistol+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Head. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Charlie attacks Aamcylon5 with Sniper Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest.
Lyn fires a burst!
Lyn attacks Aamcylon5 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest.
Lyn attacks Aamcylon5 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Lyn attacks Aamcylon5 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Aamcylon5 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Charlie, Lyn)
Nora breathes a little easier when the centurion with the telltale anti-air arm is taken down in a quick barrage of Marine fire. "Nicely done," she murmurs over comms. Her own headshot was much less effective, given the lack of actual physical brains in those shiny chrome skulls.
The Cylons are caught completely offgaurd as the Colonial heroes lay waste into them. The Anti Air Missile weapon system falls down to the ground as the Cylon is easily destroyed. The other cylons look down, one would almost consider it surprise before they see where the Colonials are coming from. They raise their weapons and begin a barrage upon the interlopers, as they move forward to remove the threat - once and for all.
Now that he's fired off the shot, Paquette moves the rest of the way to get himself into cover. Glancing up again, he continues firing at the same enemy as before, hoping to take it down this time.
Lyn attacks Cylon3 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest.
Lyn attacks Cylon3 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Lyn attacks Cylon3 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Charlie attacks Cylon2 with Sniper Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest.
Paquette attacks Cylon4 with Pistol+Ap. Stopped by ARMOR on Chest.
Nora attacks Cylon1 with Pistol+Ap. Stopped by ARMOR on Chest.
Cylon2 attacks Lyn with Lmg+Bipod but MISSES!
Cylon3 attacks Paquette with Lmg+Bipod but hits the COVER they're behind.
Cylon4 attacks Charlie with Lmg+Bipod and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Cylon1 attacks Charlie with Lmg+Bipod but Charlie EVADES!
Cylon2 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Charlie)
And draw fire Charlie did, Two cylons noting the movement begin to lay waste onto the Colonial - even starting to move in that direction as the other two continue to bear down on the Marine, raptor, and two pilots. The area around them are riddled with bullets as the attack is brutal - afterall, they really didn't have to worry about collateral damage. The humans wouldn't need the city, they'd be dead. Cylon2 and Charlie exchange fire - but it all was for nought as the machine succumbs to the damage. The remaining three cylons continue, moving ever closer - their speed starting to pick up as they begin to rush the Colonials.
The initial volleys of fire at the centurions aren't quiet- nor is Charlie. She hollers, wordlessly, at the Cylons to draw their attention. They need that Raptor! Gotta get outta dodge, y'know? Even so, she skids into cover once she can and only leans out to fire back at the tincans. She takes down one, racking up for another shot. The rifle she uses is loud and fires a single shot at a time. But those bullets? They're big and deadly. She hits the cylon and takes out most of its torso. It won't be getting back up. Letting out a breath, she lines up a shot at one of the others. "Once we're clear," she notes into her mic, "we'll want to move fast."
Ducking down a bit as he fires, Paquette avoids getting shot. He frowns as he gets back to his feet, firing off another shot at the same enemy.
Nora's shot pings off the Cylon's armor as she attempts to help prevent them from taking Charlie out as the marine plays distraction. The pilot's angle isn't great, and once she's fired (and failed) she shifts, moving quick and low to the ground to dive into a different patch of cover to take aim again.
Lyn attacks Cylon3 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Nora attacks Cylon1 with Pistol+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Paquette attacks Cylon4 with Pistol+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Cylon3 attacks Paquette with Lmg+Bipod but Paquette EVADES!
Cylon1 attacks Charlie with Lmg+Bipod but Charlie EVADES EASILY!
Cylon4 attacks Charlie with Lmg+Bipod but hits the COVER they're behind.
Cylon1 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Nora)
Cylon4 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Charlie, Paquette)
Ducking down again as more shots come his way, Paquette manages to hit something with his shot. He gets on his feet again, properly behind his cover, and fires at the remaining Cylon, while looking around for the others.
me=---- Schwoooom. The combat overhead continues - though the Colonials are being pushed back - the amount of raiders doing what they do best. The comms - a buzz with the chatter of the Viper Pilots - all of a sudden go dead. The telltale signs of Jamming devices. In the distance, they can see a dish going up on one of a four story building. It is only a scant few minutes more when a missile zooms from behind and nails one of the Vipers that was scrambling. From the Debris, it does not appear an escape pod was launched.
The Cylons are being gunned down and the remaining one begins an all out run towards Paquette and the general vicinity of the Raptor.. He was intent on killing and destroying - and he would not be denied.----
Nora it's impossible not to wince at the sight of the Viper overhead being shot out of the sky, not to be momentarily distracted by witnessing the death of a colleague. But while they can't do anything for the embattled air wing overhead, they can prevent their team from being killed or caught in enemy territory, so Nora grits her teeth and stands out of cover, the better to take aim at the charging centurion and try to help put it down before it can damage the Raptor.
There's a tap to her mic and another. When the comms chatter goes dead, Charlie frowns and looks up, squinting at the dish going up. She takes a breath and looks back to the others, then to the Cylon. There's a look over to Lyn, "You got this one?" Then another look up, "If so, I'm gonna take the jocks- we gotta get that thing down or it's gonna give them trouble."
Lyn attacks Cylon3 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Lyn attacks Cylon3 with Rifle+Ap. Stopped by ARMOR on Chest.
Lyn attacks Cylon3 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Head. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Paquette attacks Cylon3 with Pistol+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Left Leg. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Nora attacks Cylon3 with Pistol+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Charlie attacks Cylon3 with Sniper Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Cylon3 attacks Paquette with Lmg+Bipod but Paquette EVADES!
The little Cylon that could. It is being attacked and lit up, the bullets hitting the body and causing it to slow down. Though it is highly damaged.. It begins a full out run. The Cylon is now opting for a kill on the soft target. It had started going after Paquette and continue to Paquette it will.. The murder machine runs full stride - it's gait showing the continued reckless abandon. It wont take much to take it down.. But it still wants death before it goes.
Managing to hit the leg of the Cylon, Paquette tries to avoid getting shot. Which involves some scrambling and trying to fire off a new shot. So he doesn't pay much attention to anything else than staying alive, and awake.
There's a swear from Charlie, but she nods, settling back down to line up a shot on the Centurion. "We'll take him out," she says into the mic; not quite meaning to take over, since Lyn technically outranks her. "If you can stay behind and coordinate, Arda, I'll get up there with the others so we can get that jamming device down."
Lyn attacks Cylon3 with Rifle+Ap. Stopped by ARMOR on Chest.
Lyn attacks Cylon3 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Lyn attacks Cylon3 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!
Nora attacks Cylon3 with Pistol+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Charlie attacks Cylon3 with Sniper Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Paquette attacks Cylon3 with Pistol+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)
Cylon3 attacks Paquette with Lmg+Bipod but MISSES!
Cylon3 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Lyn, Charlie)
The Marines slowly moved forward - the pilots staying with the Raptor to ensure that it was safe, both keeping short comms as the scrambling of frequences only seems to be impacting longe range communications.
The Marines move ever forward until they are able to get between the last building and the university. It would appear that the Cylons have been busy.
The University was being transformed. In the distance they could see an Anti Air Missile platform being constructed, to the right on the field that was once used for sports - an air field was being constructed. Trucks were moving in and out of the area. This was to be a large staging point for the cylons.. A cylon base.
Several trucks with munitions, fuel, and other accruements were making their way in and going from one designation to the other.
The University itself was crawling with Cylons as they ran patrols and ships flew over head. The marines by themselves would not have the ordinance to take the place down.. However, this was also something Colonial Command was not aware of..
<FS3> Nora rolls Alertness: Good Success (8 7 7 6 5 4 3 2 1)
<FS3> Charlie rolls Stealth: Good Success (8 8 8 6 5 4 4 3 3 1 1)
The plan was set.. The Marines would sneak up to the third story - and plant bombs. The Raptor Crew would come around on the other side and would provide 'air support' and the marines would cable over from the building to the Raptor. They would then escape with out issue. It was an easy plan, what could possibly go wrong? The plan was going relatively well though. The Marines had been able to sneak up to where the Dish was with out being seen. They had saw no less then ten cylons on patrol though. This would be cutting it close.. Charlie was given the honor of finishing out the last touches and setting the charge.
In the Raptor Paquette was able to come up and around the building with out being seen. Utilizing complete ECCM as well as the building itself.. It would appear they have not been seen yet. That could change at any moment ofcourse.
"It's a long time since I've done anything in a Raptor except being a passenger," Paquette replies, looking quite concentrated on keeping the craft steady. He begins singing along with a song, rather quietly, as he keeps working.
"That makes two of us. Imagine how desperate they must have been to be reduced to choosing us for this mission," Nora laughs lightly, dryly. She drums her thumbs on the edge of the control panel. "If they make a hash of this we're all going to be court-martialed for going off book for some foolish heroics." Then Charlie's voice comes back in over the comms and she lets out a short, sharp breath and nods. "Ready when you are," she replies.
"It'll be okay," Paquette replies as he keeps the Raptor steady. "And while it's desperate, at least it's a good refresher, isn't it?" He shakes his head a little bit to himself, letting out another breath as he hears Charlie over the comms. "Here it goes..."
Now comes the fun part. Well, provided she didn't frak up the timer. They get to run into a waiting Raptor. "Y'all got the door open, yeah?" Charlie is a bit breathless as she runs through the building and the floor already confirmed as clear. She's already prepping the line that's connected to her gear; as are the others with her. They've got to move fast; the cylons could notice at any time. They've probably already noticed the waiting Raptor. And then it's just connecting the line to support beam and jumping out the window that Lyn likely shoots out (since she's proven good at that). With the bird's VTOL capability, they really don't have to go far. Paquette can largely pull right up to the building. But no one has to tell the Dauntless about that. They can say they had to rappel down the outside of a building under fire or something equally cool.
"Good point," Nora nods to Paquette, a quick smile of gratitude for how cool he is under pressure. And then Charlie's comm call reminds her that actually no, they do not have the door open. "Of course," she lies into the comms, but it's true by the time the Marines come into view. The mass of Cylons appears behind them a moment later, and Nora hits her comms again, "They've got at least a dozen cents on their six, be ready to burn as soon as they're in the door."
Paquette nods as he hears that, letting out another brief breath. "Just let me know the moment they're aboard," he replies, getting everything ready to head out right away. Muttering something under his breath in Leonese, he glances around, to see if there's any more enemy activity in the way of their escape.
It may rock the Raptor when the marines come aboard. Charlie certainly isn't going to mince her landing one bit. It's with a hand on the cable and a running leap that she barrels into the Raptor, skidding into the far wall of it -- sorry for any electronics -- and turning to catch any of the others who need it. She quickly cuts her line and makes sure the others are as well, left to dangle in the air. Only once this is done does she holler to the front: "PUNCH IT!" Getting the door closed is left to Nora. Only once they're on their way does a breathless Spectre move further in the Raptor to grab a seat proper to strap in. It may be a bumpy ride back to the Dauntless.
Nora helps steady marines as they careen through the open door, counting them off as they swing in. As soon as the right number is back she slams the door closed, even as the raptor is already swinging back into motion to get them out of there. "Charge set, Wagner?" she asks, "How long on the timer?"
Aaaaaand... action! As soon as he hears it's time to go, Paquette starts moving the Raptor, trying to keep it clear of the city buildings as he gets out of the city, then starts climbing to get them back in the direction of the Dauntless. "Nice little walk?" he asks, words kept lightly. Maybe even a little forced lightness.
"Uh-" How long did she set on the timer? "Any minute now?" Charlie looks a little sheepish. "Was more worried 'bout getting my ass outta dodge." The woman lets out a bit of a shaky laugh as she finishes strapping in. "Oh, yeah, very nice. Let's just get home, yeah? I'd like a nice dinner."
Nora is drumming her thumbs on the edge of the console again in a steady metronomic countdown, awaiting the explosion. But she smiles at Charlie, and the rest of the marine crew, glad to see so many making it back. "A dinner nice than the walk, hopefully." She looks down at the console again and notes, "We've got incoming signatures that look to be in pursuit, but luckily it's a short trip, they may not be able to close on us in time."
"Hang on back there, this might be a rough ride if they catch up to us..." Paquette offers, before starting to pick up the pace a bit. Not paying too much attention to talk about the timer for the charge, just focusing on getting back to the ship as quickly as possible now.
The Raptor, made for combat but not necessarily fast-paced combat - pushes its engines to the max as it tries to beat the raiders. This would ultimately prove fruitless as Raiders were designed to go faster than the raptors. Luckily, The Timberwolves didn't have to get far until they were back in the safety of the Colonial Patrol. They easily pass the finish long - A Viper squadron passing them to take on the Raiders as the Marines and Pilots get the information back to the Dauntless.
As the TimberWolves look back, the seconds become minutes as nothing happens immediately. And then a rumble that can be felt in the back of the head followed by a 'Schwoooom'. The Third story explodes in a fantastic shape of light - the windows exploding outwardly and then enveloping. The building is unable to take the hit and implodes upon itself. A spectacular destruction.
On the Comms, "Raptor-A239, This is Beauty.. Confirmed that Communication and Dradis has been restored.. We now have a good idea what they are doing.. Good Job, We'll clean up from here."