2237-11-18 - Making A Hole

During the raid on Aquaria, the marines hit an orbital defense station to make a hole in the Cylon defense net.

Date: 2237-11-18

Location: Aquaria

Related Scenes: 2237-11-19 - Who We've Become

Plot: None

Scene Number: 1575

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The last 24 hours have been a whirlwind of activity, going over the mission plans, checking and rechecking equipment, and planning contingencies. But now the hour of the assault has arrived. The marines sit in their Raptor in the staging area, awaiting the countdown that will signal it's time to perform a dangerous jump into close proximity of the Cylon defense station. Just another Saturday for the Wolves, right?

Assuming they don't jump into the station and aren't blasted out of the sky by the defense grid, the plan is pretty simple - fight their way in, locate the reactor, plant charges, and get out before everything goes kaboom. They have no intel on the interior layout of the place, which is why they're sending two teams in two separate Raptors. It's not a tiny facility, and it looks like it has several levels.

Abigail seems to have settled into her usual place within the raptor, that is, at the end of the benchseat closest to the pilot's compartment. Best to let those who are better at assault be the ones out first, right? She's also going through her usual pre-mission checkup, marking everything in her vest and with her gear, doublechecking her grenades, triple checking those actually, her selection of charges and detonators, tucking the dual pair of tags back into her shirt.

Noah Westlake is usually chatty and wry until the moment his boots hit dirt, at which point tends to saddle up for business and focus. Shuttles, though, are rarely any different for the Caprican rifleman than being aboard the Dauntless.
Tonight is definitely different. Even sitting in the Raptor he's silent, leaned back into the sidewall in an interior that would be shoulder-to-shoulder even if most of the people in it weren't broad-shouldered as hell. His arms are loosely folded over the armor of his vest, his eyes lidded and angled slightly downward, difficult to see beneath thin scrims of lash -- he might almost be asleep, if that quiet weren't so atypical.
His last few outings were rough, though: that sacrifice ribbon with three stars on it? That's brand new. The safe bet is he's just sitting here hoping he doesn't get shot to hell again.

Silent and not fooling around, Aleksander appears to be taking this mission a bit more seriously, especially after what the briefing stated. Cylon defense station, no intel on what they will be facing or what the layout it. He is strapped in his seat inside the Raptor, eyes closed and leaning back against the very thing cushion that is there more for safety than comfort. In his ears are a pair of earbuds, music playing, probably getting the Marine pumped up, no idea what he is listening to. His kit is already prepped and good to go.

Everyone's got their 'usual' for the Raptor ride over. For Charlie, that'd be napping. Especially for an assault mission such as this, when she's without Sasha. There's not going to be a sniper position on a cleanup sweep like this, so she's got a carbine like the rest. Geared up, the Piconese women is slumped over against the man next to her, snoozing away. Her companions would know it's the light sleep of the seasoned marine. She'll snap out of it as soon as the engines shift and they begin their descent.

Hoo-rah for the marines! Gage is doing what many marines learn to do while they're waiting for something exciting to happen or something otherwise to shoot -- he's sleeping, chin resting on his chest, his familiar unlit cigarette tucked behind an ear. It was an intense day of preparation, after all, so he's trying to conserve his energy.

Jacob was one marine that had mysteriously absent almost all of shore leave. A few comings and goings had him spotted at a local hotel, but as silent as the big marine usually was? He was even more hushed then. Currently, the big man is seated somewhere toward the back of the flying space bus. It is, of course, a position that lends itself to being out the door in a rather serious hurry. The toothpick that was ever present between his teeth quivers with activity though Marx's head is currently leaned back against the bulkhead with his eyes closed. A pair of dark coyote earbuds seems to be in one ear and looped around the other. Lastly, his rifle sits calmly across his legs, disturbed only by the quiet tapping of his mildly bored fingers.

Akeso has found a good spot to squeeze in, away from the door so she's not first out, but not last either. She's all geared up, rifle ready, butt resting on the floor between her feet. She might be wishing she had a second helmet to wear, but otherwise seems to be in ready go mode. No banter thus far, just silence from the Sagittaran.

Nicole is simply looking about at the others, she's not really the type to be able to sleep when it's right before action like this. Too much thinking to do, too many scenarios to run through. She looks down at her rifle again, a once over and a check of her ammo for the fifth time. Everything still in order, everything where she placed it. It's not that she's overly nervous, just cautious. Check, double check, triple check, and why not toss a couple more in there for good measure.

What the heck is the chaplain doing along on this mission?! Probably someone is thinking that, anyway. Sure, he has been working with the marines a lot since he agreed to volunteer, but isn't this a pretty special mission and all? Whatever the reason, Aldrich is present and all kitted up. He isn't meditating today, but silently watching the others checking their weapons, fidgeting, or whatever they are doing.

The pilot comes over the ship intercom. "Ready for jump."

Mercer, closest to the door, checks his weapon again and braces himself for the jump. Reality twists, and when they pop back into into - they're in Aquarian space. For anyone who can see out the front viewport, tiny flashes in the far distance mark the space battle going on over yonder, as the allied forces create a diversion to draw away some of the dozens of capital ships in orbit. But it's the flashes close by that are more worrying - defense cannons firing from the orbital space station at the approaching Raptors. Klaxons go off, the pilot's panel lighting up as a SAM (or orbit-to-air missile?) targets them. The ECO adjusts some dials, trying to jam it, and the Raptor lurches at the pilot takes evasive maneuvers. It's a harrowing few minutes, especially since it's all utterly out of their control.

Cate grips the seat as the Raptor takes evasive maneuvers. Even though she's sure the chaplain is doing it for them - maybe that's why they sent him along? - she adds a few extra prayers to the mix.

This is not the first time Aleksander is sitting in a Raptor that has come under heavy fire that is trying to blow it up and it certainly won't be the last time... unless it is. But that possibility doesn't concern the Tauran who remains as calm as before the jump. He doesn't bother looking at the pretty fireworks going on outside, his eyes still closed and the music of his choice still blasting in his ear. There is no humming or singing coming from the rifleman though, to gift the others a clue to what he is listening to.

A nudge is given towards Charlie as Evan attempts to adjust his arm some, fearful of it falling asleep under the weight being placed on it. With the adjustment of his posture he glances up and down the raptor before finally breaking his silence. "This right here is why I don't like flying."

This is the zen lesson of Noah's life: In a war, you're never really in control of anything. All the training in the world, all the preparation and planning, and all it takes is one dumb, bad-luck accident to determine who lives and who dies. There's nothing even remotely fair about that, but that's how it is. Which is to say: he doesn't enjoy the shake, rattle, and roll approach to their destination any more than he thinks he's going to enjoy the destination itself, but since it's out of his hands he does the most pragmatic thing and tries not to think about it. Live, die. Not up to him. His stone-faced calm can't convince his heart not to pound, though. A partial victory.

He leans forward to have a look at what's happening outside, and in the leaning slants a look along the row of Marines on his side.

It isn't until the Raptor goes into evasive maneuvers that Charlie finally stirs. No, Evan's nudging doesn't do it. It's the way their craft jerks and jolts around. The woman's eyes do flare a bit at some of the flares of light outside. She swallows slightly and turns her head to focus on the Scorpian next to her instead, "Right?" There's a bit of a tremor in her voice, but she tries to hide it behind a faint grin. "Didn't even make it to the beverage service. I want my drink."

Jumping certainly serves as a wake-up-call, Gage's eyes snapping open as he reaches to brace himself. Probably a good thing he does, given the lurching, alarm-y moments that follow. He's been through enough rough landings that he tries (still unsuccessfully) to relax; his body's flight-or-fight reaction is just to pump up the adrenaline, tensing up all his muscles in preparation for a fight he has no part in. Instead, he just grits his teeth, riding out the bumpy ride. Fortunately, perhaps, he's not in a position where he can see outside, so that's something.

One of the plus sides to being in the front of the raptor, or as close as the bench seat will allow, is that you end up with more to grab on to when things start rocking than just whomever had the misfortune to sit next to you. Since she's stills trapped in, Abigail settles for grabbing at the edge of the back of the copilot's seat, using it to keep herself steady as they juke ans jive and attempt to evade the inevitable kaboom.

Aldrich grasps at the seat, lips pressed tightly together into a thin, grim line, but he closes his eyes in a meditative pose. Certainly a few extra prayers couldn't hurt.

The jump does nothing to Jacob save spur him to open his eyes and tilt his head. That bulkhead? Yeah, it's still the pivot point. He glances out the front viewport with a bored 'Are We There Yet?' Type of look but, perhaps wisely, he elects to say nothing. What he does do? Reach into his vest and withdraw his music player. He taps the pause button with a thumb and tucks it back away.

Akeso braces herself and rides out the turbulence, jaw tightening through the worst of it. There's a softly spoken, but intensely hateful sounding curse in Leonese from the small medic that indicates how much she's not enjoying the situation, or the reception in general. Cylons have no manners. And if her cursing is true, they have disreputable mothers.

"Gotta upgrade to first class for that Wagner," quips Gunny Mercer, collected as always even as the Raptor shakes around them. "Be ready to move as soon as we get hard dock, we'll probably have a welcoming committee.

Nicole's lips curve into one of annoyance as she feels the jerk from side-to-side. She just starts riding it through looking over toward Charlie and in response, "I'll take a scotch on the rocks if you see the flight attendant." More annoyance creeping into her gaze which she points decidedly toward any sort of view of the outside she can find.

"Scotch on the rocks. That's the sort of shit that makes me wonder if they'll let anyone into the Wolves these days." Evan grumbles with a teasing smile on his lips at the comment from the fellow Rifler.

"As if the standards weren't low enough already," Cate remarks to Evan, with forced humor despite the gritted teeth at the jostling.

"Gunny, you didn't throw down for first class?! What'd you get me Sergeant for anyway?!" Charlie makes a show of grabbing at her new insignia, but doesn't actually pull it off. Though she has been trying to rough it up a bit. It just doesn't do to have any of your gear look new and shiny. Bad luck, that.

The flight banter Abigail seems more than happy to give a pass, head turning to allow her to look out through the front of the raptor's windscreen, marking what she can see of the battle, as well as the facility they're approaching. Since she's like to be largely responsible to the explosives, best to get a good idea of what she'll be working with.

Their pilot seems to be on the ball today, zigging and zagging at all the right times as the station looms closer and closer in the viewport. The jamming from the ECO helps a bunch too, surely. Then the rocking stops, along with a rather hard jerk as they roughly clamp onto the hull. "We're sealed. Prepare boarding charges." Cue up the combat engineers with their special cordlike explosives that will blow a very controlled hole in the hull without also blowing up the Raptor.
Abigail rolls Demolitions: Amazing Success (8 8 8 8 7 6 6 6 6 3 2 1)

Gage rolls Demolitions: Success (7 5 5 5 4 4 3 3 1 1)

With the ship sealed, Abigail finally pushes off from the place she'd secured for herself on the bench, already pulling out the thermite-like charge they'll be using to gain entry to the hull. Now that the pressure's on her, she spares only enough attention to make sure she doesn't get caught on anyone's feet, because that's a thing, trust me, and to set to work with Tomak, "Set the fuses for me?"

All sense of sleepiness is gone from Gage's expression -- helped by the rough landing -- and then he's up on his feet. He moves alongside Abigail towards the door, giving a mute nod towards her, wordless. They've worked together long enough that he doesn't waste the breath acknowledging, just sets the fuses and waits until she's finished her part, stepping off to one side in preparation for the blow -- and also to make room for whichever recon gets the honor of going through first.

When the Raptor dives through the anti-aerospace mess of flak and whatever else the Cylons are throwing at them, eventually leading to a solid docking, that is Aleksander's cue to pull out his ear buds. The music fades away as he tucks them away, still seated as the combat engineers in the squad works on busting them an entryway. The Tauran does release the buckle that keeps his seat straps in place, freeing him so he can disembark when the others do. Weapon is now in hand, safety still on until he leaves the Raptor.

Cate stays out of the way while the engineers do their thing, readying her SMG for when they make a hole. She ends up standing by Jacob, giving him a little nod - almost a silent wish of luck.

The rock of the hard seal finally seems to be motivation enough for Jacob to pull his head from the wall and pull the bolt of his rifle back a fraction of an inch. Brass glimmers inside the chamber, tugged an inch or so back by the weapon's extractor. Marx waits patiently, watching the two engineers work with no shortage of quiet interest. His toothpick, though? Well. That is removed from it's space between his teeth and tossed on the Raptor floor. Yes. The deck crew wanted to crucify him. Cate? The familiar woman earns a warm smile, though it doesn't really seem to reach his eyes. "Luck, Catey." With a final grunt of exertion, the man rises from his seat and moves to the space next to Mercer and the door. Words are something that seem to be overrated. "I'll take point, if it's all the same to you, Gunny?"

Aldrich shifts to prepare himself the moment the ship is sealed in place. He glances over to catch Cate's eye with a grim little nod, and then he's checking his gear one last time to make sure he'll be ready when it's time to move.

Noah winces at the rough dock, but it's brief. It's almost a relief, finally arriving. Getting down to business. He readies his rifle and gets himself up onto his feet again, head ducked. Probably shoulders ducked, too. Transports always skimp on headroom.

Once the Raptor settles (more or less), Charlie unbuckles and shifts, checking over her gear. She's quick about it, in true recon style. Armor, check. Pack, check. Carbine? Still not Sasha. Sadfas. Even so, the woman is ready to serve her role as a rifleman for the operation once the charges blow and the team exits the Raptor.

Akeso still has her breakfast down and isn't in pieces floating in space somewhere, so the trip has been good. She gives her head a little shake once the raptor is clamped to and is up, ready to file out as soon as the wall is knocked down.

"Remember, today is a zig day. Yesterday was the zag day..." Evan notes to the people around him. "Don't need you guys zagging into my zigging and getting us all shot."

Mercer glances back as Jacob volunteers. "Lead us out, Marx. Everyone move into cover as soon as you're clear of the hatch. We don't know what we'll be walking into."

After the thermite has hissed its way through the hull, a swift kick sends the makeshift door falling down into what appears to be some kind of machinery. Not the reactor room - they couldn't be that lucky - but some kind of ventilation control? hydraulic stuff? who knows - it's all pipes and electrical panels and junk like that. And speaking of ventilation, there is air here. They'd banked on that based on their intel and scans. They also have emergency airpacks. Just in case. But not full space suits, since it's kinda hard to fight in those effectively.

As soon as the charge has done it's work, Abigail rises, flattening herself against the hull of the raptor, allowing room for the breech to be opened and the initial charge of marines to make their way out. She's still going to end up mostly in the back, but as she slings her SMG down from her shoulder, she seems okay with that.

Cate nods back to Aldrich and Jacob. When Jacob volunteers to take point, she smothers a frown, turning it into just a grim ready sort of look.

Jacob nods at Mercer, stepping in front of the group and raising his rifle as soon as he rounds the corner of the raptor. There's a natural boxer's stance to the man's movements with his rifle tucked perfectly into his shoulder, dark eyes only looking down the sights. Anywhere the marine looks? The rifle looks. His steps are slow, cautious, and bounding from cover to cover, looking for any sort of exit or door.

Aldrich ends up somewhere toward the back of the pack, since no one is exactly going to be counting on him to be a crack shot or anything. He still keeps his rifle at the ready as he waits for his turn. As soon as he's through the hull, he steps to the side to find a piece of machinery to take cover behind while he waits for the last Wolves to file through.

A few short breaths and she closes her eyes, Nicole prays to whoever is out there to keep them save - if one of them actually listens. She waits, feeling the press of the stack, and just... waits. It's any second now. With the kick and everyone moving in - Nicole is right along with it. She tries to find some cover after moving through, it was a smart idea after all.

Seated near the bay door to the Raptor, Aleksander is unfortunate enough to be next in line, lucky for the Tauran that Jacob volunteered or he may have been out of convenience. When Jacob heads through the newly made doorway, Davion follows with his weapon also up and ready, aiming at where he is looking. The pipes and circuitry is all around, tempting the Tauran to start smashing stuff to spite the Cylons. But he remembers the last time he did that at the fuel depot, it did not end well. So this time, he refrains, just keeping an eye out for a Cylon while covering Jacobs.

"Shit. I thought it was zag day. You sure?" Charlie works out the last of the nerves, checking her breather. She rolls her shoulders, filing out with the rest. There's a look for the room they've filed into, rifle fitted to her shoulder and finger near the safety. She doesn't take it off yet, but she's ready in case they encounter resistance.

Swinging his rifle forward, Gage moves into the new opening, in the midst of the squad, checking corners by habit and training both as they progress -- even if they've been checked by others before them. He breathes cautiously until he's comfortable with the air, continually moving -- at least until those in the lead stop.

Out. Into cover, squinting in the changing light. Like the others Noah's eyes are everywhere, but now that they're moving some of the tension bleeds out of his shoulders. Things to do. Tasks, objectives. They might be in the thick of it now, but he'll take this any day over sitting around in a Raptor.

Abigail, following the group finally out, takes the time to prep her airpack, because that is the shit you do not want to have to worry about at the last minute. It's always about being prepared, with the female Walker, and so, as she moves out,s canning the lay of the room and the ventilation, it's the thing that keeps her calm and steady.

Akeso ends up probably somewhere between Gage and Noah, middle to rear of the pack. No fuss from her about the zigging or zagging, she's keeping quiet as possible, eyes and ears open. Save once, when she winks over at Wetlake before stalking carefully to what cover she can find ahead.

Breaching, never a job Evan wakes up looking forward to. His rifle swings ready, looking as he does and working down the sights as he moves with the unit.

The marines cross the area, spread out across the large room moving from cover to cover. It opens to a corridor at the other end of it - and down that corridor marches a half-dozen Centurions. From the way they raise their gun arms, it seems that they've spotted the marines.

At seeing the Centurions raise their weapons, Nicole turns her head upward, "Are you listening?!" She hisses out, and gives a sigh as she bounds forward to yet more cover.

Sidelong, Akeso gets a rote glance as she passes, just because she's a moving object in Noah's periphery. The wink gets a double-take, though, and incredibly enough a Puckish sort of grin with roughly the same wattage required to power the shipyard, on a chuff of a silent laugh. It's probably the first and only real outward indication of how on-edge he is: tension release.
From cover he catches a glimpse of the contents of the hallway, and slow-turns his head, brow cocked, to look for Tomak. If a hallway full of tin cans isn't a grenade bowling alley, he isn't sure what would be.

The front of the pack was the place to be. Centurions finally arrive. They finally raise their weapon arms, and Jacob settles his shoulder against the outcropped bulkhead that is serving as his point of cover. A shadow of a smile curls the corner of his lips as his armored body leans out, ensuring his rifle is between his eyeline and the walking kitchen appliances. "We've got contact, front!" And yes, he shifts his finger onto that trigger.

When the squad of Centurions appear in the corridor, Aleksander immediately reaches for a frag grenade that was clipped to his vest. But then he remembered that during the briefings that mentioned no grenades were to be used, especially this close to the outer hull of the defense station. With a scowl, the Tauran is left with finding cover and taking aim with his rifle, safety already off and in burst fire mode. He waits for the others to be ready to engage, not wanting to be premature with his firing and giving their position away.

Cate sticks close to Aldrich near the back of the group. When the call goes out that there's been contact, Cate takes a knee behind some kind of machinery and raises her SMG. Waiting.

Gage glances over his shoulder by habit, nodding towards Akeso as they keep moving. It's the thud, thud of familiar centurion metal feet, rather than the sight of them, that makes the Tauran immediately press into the nearest bit of cover. It's not great cover -- half a pipe -- but it will do. He waits there, counting in his head, waiting for them to get closer. He notices Noah giving him a look -- isn't sure how to interpret it and so just briefly kind of narrows his eyes, before he hefts his rifle and leans out to fire at the incoming.

Abigail, thankfully, has all of the marines ahead of her arraying themselves against the oncoming hoard, and it gives her more than enough time to find a comfortable place to settle in. Also, not so much comfortable as hopefully I won't get shot here. Her own weapon she raises, sighting down to select her targets.

It's strange to be in the role of rifleman rather than recon, but you do what you gotta do and a breach maneuver doesn't really involve any forward recon. Rear guard, maybe, and that's sort of where Charlie falls back to. It's natural for her. She's not a 'roll with the pack' kind of gal, after all. When the Centurions show, however, she moves along with the rest into whatever approximates for cover, flipping off the safety on her rifle so as to open fire.

Evan claims up some cover that's unoccupied when the notice of the Centurions is heard. Dropping himself to a stance that provides a bit of respite from a continual firing, he peeks around the edge to flip off his weapon safety and line up a series of shots.

Aldrich moves with the group, but when the group of Centurions appear, he grimly steps sideways toward whatever bit of machinery might offer some amount of cover, and lifts his rifle to take aim.

Akeso knows one valuable survival tactic: stay behind the big guys. Also, never stand in the open when half a dozen Cylons turn their guns on you. So she knows two, actually. She has enough time to nod to Gage before the point man yells contact. After that, she puts her two tactics into play and tucks in behind something a bit more solid than the Tauran but behind both him and Noah. Not that she's just hiding back there, her rifle is up and the safety's off.

Evan fires a burst!

Evan attacks Cent2 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest.

Evan attacks Cent2 with Rifle+Ap but Cent2 EVADES!

Evan attacks Cent2 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

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

Aleksander fires a burst!

Aleksander attacks Cent3 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest.

Aleksander attacks Cent3 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Aleksander attacks Cent3 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Noah fires a burst!

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

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

Noah attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Cate fires a burst!

Cate attacks Cent2 with Rifle+Ap but Cent2 EVADES!

Cate attacks Cent2 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cate attacks Cent2 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Nicole attacks Cent4 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Head. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Mercer attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap and NARROWLY MISSES!

Jacob fires a burst!

Jacob attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap but Cent1 EVADES!

Jacob attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Jacob attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap but Cent1 EVADES!

Aldrich attacks Cent4 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent5 attacks Mercer with Lmg+Bipod but hits the COVER they're behind.

Cent3 attacks Gage with Lmg+Bipod but Gage EVADES!

Cent2 attacks Evan with Lmg+Bipod and HITS! Graze wound to Left Arm.

Akeso fires a burst!

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

Akeso attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Left Leg. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Akeso attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap. Stopped by ARMOR on Chest.

Charlie fires a burst!

Charlie attacks Cent2 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Charlie attacks Cent2 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Charlie attacks Cent2 with Rifle+Ap. Stopped by ARMOR on Chest.

Abigail suppresses Cent1 with Smg+Ap and succeeds.

Abigail suppresses Cent2 with Smg+Ap and succeeds.

Abigail suppresses Cent3 with Smg+Ap and succeeds.

Cent1 attacks Jacob with Lmg+Bipod and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent4 attacks Nicole with Lmg+Bipod but hits the COVER they're behind.

Gage fires a burst!

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

Gage attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap but Cent6 EVADES!

Gage attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Cent2 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Evan, Cate, Charlie)

Cent3 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Aleksander)

Gage's firing is definitely not on point today, and he can't even blame the return fire, since it pings harmlessly past, and not even into, his cover as he pulls back behind it. He grunts with disappointment, slides some gum from the pocket on his vest, and starts chewing furiously before leaning out to take another shot. He's muttering something that involves 'nades. Probably not hard to guess.

Akeso's first shot is fantastic, BAM square in the chest and the Cylon throws sparks, and also, unfortunately, bullets. The return fire clips her and throws the second shot off as the rifle dips. She hits a leg, then recovers, hitting its chest but obviously not in the tight, controlled and lethal pattern she'd been going for. There's a hiss from her, half pain, half frustration as she presses back against the wall, waits a short count and then leans out again, firing.

Jacob would absolutely kill that Cylon with that rifle. If it wasn't for the LMG round that lands on his chest, just below his left shoulder. The impact jerks him back, throwing his shots off as a nearly silent curse escapes those clenched lips. It causes the Hibernian man to fall back into his cover, tucking a hurried hand into the gap between his armor and his chest to take an appraisal of the injury. When it withdraws, the slight stickiness of red blood greets him. It wasn't bad. The vest had absorbed the great majority of the injury. So with another curse, this one louder, he leans out and pulls his rifle to his shoulder again, intent on the same target.

Center mass and brutally effecient, Aleksander's trio of rifle rounds slams into the main body of the Centurion he was aiming at, the first bullet punching right into the critical systems, causing it to stumble and then collapse forward with a loud metallic sound. The Tauran is already shifting to a new target, taking aim at the toaster that is targeting their combat medic. Once more, he pulls the trigger, unloading another burst of rounds at the Cylon.

Cate fires a burst, which doesn't do too much really but does help a bit to bring down one of the centurions. Seeing Jacob knocked back, she shifts position as if to rush forward. But when he gets up, and there's no call for a medic, she raises her SMG to fire again.

Under the combined might of Evan, Cate, and Charlie, the Centurion that's taken a shining to Evan's pretty face crumples and falls. The sniper doesn't move out of where she's taken cover. She does shift her hip up against the Scorpian, nudging him aside with a bit of body language so she can adjust her firing vector just a bit. It's just a part of their personal training routine. She shifts to a new firing point, adjusting her rifle so she can line up another shot; elbow nudge giving him the same point of reference.

Nicole popped up around her cover, took aim, and let off a shot, but it only zings off the Centurion's head. At least the upshot is that the Centurion is deciding to go after someone else now? She heard the metal round thump into the cover next to her, hitting hard enough to cause dents on her side. She lets out a sigh, glad that it wasn't her that caught those instead. "Nope. I doubt you're listening at all."

Nicks and grazes to his target only, but the night is young and they're only just getting started: there's time and room for improvement. He, too, shrinks back behind cover as the return fire begins, and eyes Marx, ahead of his own position, when it's obvious their point-man just took a hit. Not that there's anything he can do about that, granted.
Other than keep firing. Obviously, that is what he chooses to do.

Given the nature of a firefight, Aldrich doesn't even attempt to keep track of whether he hit or not. After the first volley, he glances to the side, instinctively looking to see if anyone needs his attention... But then again: bullets first, everything else second. So he solemnly takes aim for another round.

With the team, for the moment, locked into position in the hall, there's not much Abigail can do aside from remain in cover and try to make it a bit easier for the better shots on the squad to take down the targets. And for the time being? The woman is just going to have to be okay with that.

The nudge from Charlie gets a grunt from Evan, could be a confirmation or annoyance grunt as both have their own distinct tones. When she aims at a higher level he drops slightly lower to create the barest hint of crossfire off of her rifle that pops in his ears.

The nearby hiss jerks Gage's attention towards the Tauran medic, albeit briefly. <<You good, Ma?>> he asks Akeso, without even looking. <<Keep that helmet on,>> is tacked on, unnecessarily, but he sounds amused by it all the same.

Abigail suppresses Cent1 with Smg+Ap and succeeds.

Abigail suppresses Cent4 with Smg+Ap and succeeds.

Abigail suppresses Cent5 with Smg+Ap and succeeds.

Akeso fires a burst!

Akeso attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Right Leg. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Akeso attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Akeso attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

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

Aleksander fires a burst!

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

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

Aleksander attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Right Arm. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Noah fires a burst!

Noah attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Head.

Noah attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Noah attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Cent5 fires full-auto!

Cent5 attacks Mercer with Lmg+Bipod but MISSES!

Cent5 attacks Nicole with Lmg+Bipod but MISSES!

Cent5 attacks Jacob with Lmg+Bipod but hits the COVER they're behind.

Evan fires a burst!

Evan attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap. Stopped by ARMOR on Right Arm.

Evan attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap but Cent1 EVADES EASILY!

Evan attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap but Cent1 EVADES!

Aldrich attacks Cent4 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent1 fires full-auto!

Cent1 attacks Jacob with Lmg+Bipod and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent1 attacks Nicole with Lmg+Bipod and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent1 attacks Aleksander with Lmg+Bipod but Aleksander EVADES!

Jacob fires a burst!

Jacob attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Jacob attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap. Stopped by ARMOR on Abdomen.

Jacob attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap but Cent1 EVADES!

Nicole attacks Cent4 with Rifle+Ap but Cent4 EVADES!

Cent4 fires full-auto!

Cent4 attacks Aldrich with Lmg+Bipod and HITS! Graze wound to Right Arm.

Cent4 attacks Aldrich with Lmg+Bipod but MISSES!

Cent4 attacks Aldrich with Lmg+Bipod but MISSES!

Cent4 attacks Cate with Lmg+Bipod but MISSES!

Cent4 attacks Cate with Lmg+Bipod but Cate EVADES!

Cent4 attacks Cate with Lmg+Bipod but MISSES!

Cent6 fires full-auto!

Cent6 attacks Akeso with Lmg+Bipod and HITS! Graze wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent6 attacks Gage with Lmg+Bipod but Gage EVADES!

Cent6 attacks Noah with Lmg+Bipod but MISSES!

Charlie fires a burst!

Charlie attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Right Arm.

Charlie attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap. Stopped by ARMOR on Chest.

Charlie attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap but Cent1 EVADES!

Gage fires a burst!

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

Gage attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest.

Gage attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest.

Cent5 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Mercer, Noah)

Cent6 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Akeso, Aleksander, Gage)

Bullets ding off the machinery she's hiding behind, causing Cate to duck momentarily. But miraculously she isn't hit for a change.

Mercer calls, "Let's take them down people, we need to get moving."

Well, sometimes you just can't play to your strengths, and if they have to move, well...Abigail kneels up, moving to arrange herself for a better shot, intent on actually taking the shot this time, rather than offering suppressive fire.

Another round fired by Aleksander punches through the chest plate of the Centurion, against messing up the circuitry inside, the other rounds from his fellow Marines taking it down with him. The way he fights these standard engagements appear to be rather methodical, taking down one toaster at a time. As such, he shifts his aim to the next Cylon, only two left in the squad and triggers yet another burst.

"Frak, this thing's specially armored or something?" Charlie's shots land, but not very well. She adjusts her angle, wriggling her rifle a bit against her shoulder. "Got it, Gunny!" Oh, this frakker's going down.

Jacob manages to make contact this time. Three rounds escape from his weapon, throwing brass off to his right before another round from that LMG tears cloth and muscle across his left shoulder. Thankfully? It's just a graze. The marine looks down, not at his shoulder, but at his rifle, frowning quietly as he comes back to cover. The magazine is ejected, pocketed, and replaced with another. The bolt release and forward assist both earn a slap. "Here we frakking go again." A sigh and, again, he's up, leaning out from behind that outcropping and looking for a forward position to advance to. In the end, though, he elects to take another shot.

Aldrich barely seems to register as his arm is grazed, aside from perhaps a slight shifting of weight. He's grimly tunnel-visioned on shooting those Centurions. 'Nother round, coming right up!

Pow. There's no more reaction from Noah when he and Mercer drill holes in the head of his target than there was when he limped a few weak shots across the edge of its torso -- just retargeting. More firing.

Akeso really needs to find larger Marines to stand behind, or better cover, or both. She gets hit again, but sticks with her attack, doggedly, until her rounds are out and only then presses herself back behind cover. She's definitely bleeding, but with it being more a trickle than a geyser, she doesn't stop to fuss. There is a bit more caution from her next time, however, a quick peek before she commits to a full lean and shoot.

This time, Gage's grouping is a bit tighter, focused on the centurion burst firing towards the location where he, Ma and Wetlake have taken cover. He gives a grunt of satisfaction as their combined fire takes the thing down after its bullets zing harmlessly past his pipe-cover. He switches targets smoothly.

Nicole hears Mercer call out to take care of the damn cylons. She looks over in his direction, "Frak!" She says and slides out to the side of the cover - running up toward the next cover while she lays into the Cylon with her rifle. "Just GO DOWN, because I don't plan dying here!"

"Find a weak spot in the construction. Or as I like to call it, the Centurion crotch." Evan comments over his shoulder towards Charlie, "You're usually good at finding the cheap shot spot, come on, hurry up doll."

Charlie attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap but Cent1 EVADES!

Gage fires a burst!

Gage attacks Cent4 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Gage attacks Cent4 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Head.

Gage attacks Cent4 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Abdomen.

Aleksander fires a burst!

Aleksander attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Aleksander attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap but Cent1 EVADES!

Aleksander attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap but Cent1 EVADES!

Mercer attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap and NARROWLY MISSES!

Cate fires a burst!

Cate attacks Cent4 with Smg+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest.

Cate attacks Cent4 with Smg+Ap but MISSES!

Cate attacks Cent4 with Smg+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest.

Noah fires a burst!

Noah attacks Cent4 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Noah attacks Cent4 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Noah attacks Cent4 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Jacob fires a burst!

Jacob attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Jacob attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Jacob attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Right Leg. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent1 fires full-auto!

Cent1 attacks Jacob with Lmg+Bipod and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent1 attacks Nicole with Lmg+Bipod and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Left Arm.

Cent1 attacks Aleksander with Lmg+Bipod but MISSES!

Abigail fires a burst!

Abigail attacks Cent1 with Smg+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Abigail attacks Cent1 with Smg+Ap but Cent1 EVADES!

Abigail attacks Cent1 with Smg+Ap but MISSES!

Nicole fires a burst!

Nicole attacks Cent4 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest.

Nicole attacks Cent4 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Left Arm.

Nicole attacks Cent4 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Left Arm. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Evan fires a burst!

Evan attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap but Cent1 EVADES!

Evan attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Evan attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Akeso fires a burst!

Akeso attacks Cent4 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Akeso attacks Cent4 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Right Leg. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Akeso attacks Cent4 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Aldrich attacks Cent4 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent4 fires full-auto!

Cent4 attacks Aldrich with Lmg+Bipod but MISSES!

Cent4 attacks Aldrich with Lmg+Bipod but MISSES!

Cent4 attacks Aldrich with Lmg+Bipod but Aldrich EVADES!

Cent4 attacks Cate with Lmg+Bipod but MISSES!

Cent4 attacks Cate with Lmg+Bipod but MISSES!

Cent4 attacks Cate with Lmg+Bipod. Stopped by ARMOR on Abdomen.

Cent1 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Jacob, Abigail, Evan)

Cent4 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Gage, Cate, Noah, Nicole, Akeso)

As soon as the final enemy contact goes down, Abigail is on her feet, prepped to step out of the cover she's been behind and get down to the business of completing the mission. Once again, she's doublechecking her loadout, eyes taking in the other members of the team, pr at least the ones close enough for her to see well.

As soon as the last of the centurions fall, Jacob comes back to rest under his new point of cover. It's just across from his old point of cover. Something about the recon marine's frame seems wrong, however. He leans against that wall heavily, slightly bent forward, and allowing his rifle to fall from his shoulder so that it's held up only by his sling and right hand. "Medic..." Voice only slightly strained, his left hand is pressed against his chest, this time on his lower right hand side. Already, a noticeable amount of blood had begun to appear upon the surrounding fabric of Jacob's vest.

The man tells her to go for the crotch, so Charlie does just that. Maybe, just maybe, she's trying to rebel against that promotion. Or maybe she thinks it'll actually work. Or maybe (doubtful, considering what a good shot she normally is) it's just horrid miss. Either way, the woman's shot goes wildly off past the Centurion's legs. Thankfully, the others score a solid hit. But the room is clear and the sniper straightens, turning to check behind them with the weapon to her shoulder. "Clear," she calls once she's confirmed it for herself.

Nicole keeps running up toward the Cylon, sliding into cover as the call comes out that they're clear. She looks back toward the squad, her jaw tight, and a look of annoyance once more. It's about then she feels the gash on her arm, looking over she sees it - a rather solid graze from one of the cylon's shot that's left her arm bleeding. "Damn it." She mutters, a shake of her arm and annoyance wells back up. Just get done with this... deal with it later. She'll be fine.

Mercer echoes Jacob's call, "Medic! Get him moving or get him back to the Raptor." Which is not that far behind them. "Rest of you - let's move out. We've got to find that reactor."

With the last of the Centurions taken down, Aleksander finally exhales a slow breath out before looking at the other Marines. Seeing Jacob nearby, the Marine who had taken point coming out of th Raptor, the Tauran notices the other slumping over oddly instead of just resting casually against the structure. Hearing the weak call for a medic, Davion quickly echos the call, "Medic! Marx took a hit, chest wound!"

Gage's grouping this time is a tight knot at the center of the nearer of the two centurions, giving a pleased grunt when it goes down under the combined fire of the squad. He peeks, briefly, to make sure the corridor is clear, then starts to edge out after a glance towards Akeso and Noah to make sure they're good.

Noah rolls Technician: Good Success (7 7 7 5 5 4 3 3 2 1)

Abigail rolls Technician: Good Success (8 7 6 6 5 3 1 1 1 1)

Silence returns, or as much silence as there ever is on a working vessel in space. Noah edges out of cover again, pushing back up to stand at his full height and eyeing Nicole as she returns to the rest of them. Hit, but not as badly as she could've been, given everything. Akeso too, he notices when he checks around the rest of the room. It's Marx that keeps his attention, though. There's a tightening at the corners of his eyes, though it's probably too subtle to be visible to anyone else. Sympathetic. He's been there himself, and recently.
No time to linger, though. No rest for the wicked. He glances at the two marines nearest him, and answers Gage's glance with a short nod before falling in.

Cate is rocked back by a bullet hitting her side, but apart from knocking the wind out of her, it hasn't done any real damage. The calls for a medic and the mention of Marx's name have her moving forward in a hurry. "Jake," she calls in concern as she gets near, skidding down to her knees beside him.

Akeso doesn't stop shooting until all the centurions are laying flat, and even then she's clearly tempted to empty her clip on the last one to fall. She doesn't, however, since there's a call for a medic from the front. Being the closest, she lowers her rifle and quickly picks her way forward where it's not too difficult to determine who's in need. "Hey, I got you." She tells him as comes up alongside, slinging her rifle to free up her hands. One to take Jacob's arm, the other to press over his own covering his chest wound. There's a look at Cate, like she'll pass him off into her care, if she'd like, "Get him back to the raptor?"

"Catey. Bandaid. Get me moving." Jacob slides down that bulkhead, coming to rest on his knees beside the Corporal. His dark eyes come up to meet her only for a bare moment before he nods down at his chest. "Just... frak. Just the one. The others will be fine. We still have toasters to kill."

Aldrich is scanning the group to check for wounds when a medic is called for. Concern darkens his expression, and he trots along to join Cate, shouldering his rifle to free his hands as he goes. He gives Jacob an odd look, glances to Cate, then back to Jacob. "Might want to let the medic decide that one..." But he stands back for now, waiting to see if he'll be needed.

Abigail, seeing the cluster starting to form around Marx, moves up to take his place on point, though she's a poor substitute for the recon marine. But any port in the storm when they have to be quick on their feet. And all the while she's moving, her eyes are scanning the area, focusing on the duct work and the way it seems to be collecting towards a central conduit. "Gunny, I think I've got a good guess as to what direction we need." She tips her head back down along the corridor where the cylons were, "Left down that hall, if my guess is right."

Cate's expression mirrors Aldrich's concern. Akeso beats her to Jacob, but Cate nods to the other medic when she looks her way. "I've got him," she says, voice tight. "Let me see. You're not going to do anybody any good if you keel over or bleed out on the way." Her jaw is tense as she tries to unbuckle his vest enough to get a look at the injury.

Once Abigail moves to lead the way, Charlie happily settles into the tailgunner position. Fore or rear, that's where she's most comfortable. Being in the center makes her uncomfortable; like a target. So she just remains behind until everyone else has filtered through, checks their six, then follows herself.

"Wouldn't even glance in my direction, Chaplain. Your gods won't talk to you anymore." Jacob risks a look up, studying the man. There's a glimmer of pain around the edges of his gaze. The other light present speaks to an absolutely murderous calm. Thankfully, Cate earns the pleasure of that gaze after the space of a second. It instantly softens a hair. At her insistence, his hand rises, watching her face for a reaction rather than the wound itself. "There's no way I wait in the car for this one, kid. You... You know me. Think you can patch up the ol' heavy bag?"

After a brief, sympathetic glance to the wounded recon, Gage passes through the doorway and follows whoever's taken point -- Abigail, in his case. He's back to alert, rifle shifting around to check corners and openings when they pass through, occasionally glancing to keep tabs on the two marines closest to him.

Once upon a time, Noah worked on an industrial vessel in orbit. Not building starships, granted -- things on a much, much smaller scale. Some things are design constants, however, sheerly because there are only so many places that manufacture some of these systems and the means to integrate them with various others. Once they're in the corridor and moving in the direction Abigail suggests, certain elements jump out at him with a pang of familiarity. "Yeah, this is right. Probably-" He pauses to consider, scaling up -- way, way up -- based on the size of the thing. "Twice, three times that hallway? Eventually there's going to be some kind of branching hub." That's audible enough for the Gunny and Abigail, whom he tails behind Gage, but the murmur that follows is quieter, dry, and probably just for the Tauran. "Should be a good time reversing out once you plant that shit."

Nicole is much the same, ignoring the flesh wound for now with on a bit more wincing than before as she tucks the rifle into her shoulder and falls into formation with the rest of the squad. She mutters "I can't wait to burn every mother frakin' one of these damn toasters with legs. Just heap them high and watch them burn."

"Yell if you need help." Akeso tells the other medic before nodding to the lot and slipping away. She keen eyes everyone she passes, looking for suspicious limps and more obvious stuff like fonts of blood spurting out of places it shouldn't be. She'll quickly catch up to Gage and Noah, giving both a terse, flat sort of smile that's not really a smile at all. Just, an expression to say, 'hey, I'm here and you're here and we're in a Cylon facility so. Hi again. If you're dying too fast let me know.'

Aldrich doesn't seem too taken aback by Jacob's comment and the harsh look. If anything, he looks mildly curious, with a slightly brow-raised glance toward Cate. "I get the funny feeling he doesn't know how my gods work," he remarks, drily. He remains planted to the side of Cate and Jacob, at hand should his assistance be needed.

"Hope you run fast, Wetlake, because I'm going to be right on your heels," Gage replies to Noah, amused.

Evan advances with the rest, glancing down at the small flesh wound across his arm that seeps a bit of blood under the edge of his armor. As he walks next to Charlie he nods to her and then towards his arm, "Got nicked... means I'll be out of commission for a least a couple days. So... hand stuff tonight?" The muttering is made with his eyes darting everywhere as they sweep through.

Mercer nods when Abigail suggests a direction and Noah supports it. "Lead us out, Walker. Everyone stay sharp, we got no clue what kind of defenses this place has." They start moving off down the corridor.

Abigail seems only too happy to hear Westlake's commentary, as they really can't afford to be wrong about the direction, and anything that gets them to where they want to be is welcome. And so, she continues the press forward, trusting to the medics to handle the injured recon marine. With any luck, they'll be there and back again before he's any the wiser. Mostly.

Cate nods to Akeso. "Will do," she says absently, though her eyes are focused on Jacob's injury. It gets a frown, but that could be due to his words as much as the wound itself. "I think maybe not," she agrees with Aldrich, pulling open a field dressing. It's wrapped quickly around Jacob's torso to staunch the bleeding. "You better not die on me out there. Last thing I need is Lind kicking my ass," she says, a little too rough to be the joke it was trying to be. She'll offer him an arm up.

As the squad proceeds towards what they hope is their objective, Aleksander reloads his rifle with a fresh magazine, tucking the mostly spent one away into one of the pouches attached to his combat belt. He also can't help himself, pulling out a cigarette and slipping it between his lips. He doesn't light it yet though, perhaps finding the comfort of the smoke being there helping him focus on the second part of the mission.

There's a snort at Evan from Charlie as she looks to the nick. Charlie reaches out to grab his arm to get a better look. She twists it this way and that. "Slap a bandaid on it," she ascribes. "We'll clean up in the shower." Whether that means 'hand stuff' is still on or not, who knows.

It's Aldrich that earns the burning stare of the Hibernian marine decorating the floor. Well. With his knees. And without a promotion board to take the ease off of them. "I get the suspicion, Catey, that he doesn't really understand how I work. Or the temper that Hibernian men have when sporting a few extra ounces of lead in their flanks." With some effort, Jacob tears his gaze from the chaplain to find the medic again. She earns a slight smile and a shake of his head. "You have any QuikClot? We can, at the very least, keep their egress route clear. I... can walk. For how long, without stopping my leaking? Who the hell knows." He does snort, though, placing the butt of his rifle on the ground to offer him a bit of assistance up. That, as well as Cate's arm. "Lind won't give a flying frak, Catey. Trust me. You're on safe ground."

Fortunately for the gang, Abigail and Noah's instincts were correct and they find the reactor room without much fuss. It's unguarded - for now, anyway. There are two worker bots that they make short work of. "Set up security on those entrances. Tomak, Walker, get to work with those charges."

Aldrich blinks bemusedly, then glances toward Cate with one of those 'What the heck is /that/ about?' sort of looks. He murmurs something in Old Gemenese, though it has a somewhat gentle, almost amused quality to it. In another circumstance he would probably offer the man an arm to lean on, but he keeps his distance in this case.

Gage rolls Demolitions: Good Success (8 7 7 7 5 5 4 3 3 1)

Abigail rolls Demolitions+3: Good Success (8 8 6 5 5 5 4 3 2 2 2 1 1 1 1)

On down the corridor Gage moves, lifting his weapon but not firing at the pair of worker bots -- leaving that to the rest of the squad. Already, he's moving in to the reactor, swinging his backpack off his shoulder and reaching in for the contents. "Right side, left side?" he suggests with a grin to Walker, as he breaks to the left to begin setting up charges there.

Cate gives Jacob an odd look at his response. Aldrich's muttered words get a weak smirk, then it's back to being serious. "They're far enough ahead, probably best we set up a rear guard here instead of chasing after them." Which may have been what Mercer assumed they'd do, though he probably should have been more explicit about it.

Along with Cate and Jacob is Charlie and Evan in that rear guard. Charlie is good with this. She keeps an eye over medic and injured while quietly bantering with the Scorpian rifleman.

"Right side, strong side." Abigail breaks away from her fellow engineer, swinging her pack down and soon getting to work. Whatever their differences are, in training and temperament, the pair have got the science of working together down pat, and there's very little in the way of verbal communication that needs to happen for them to get the charges set and in place. As soon as Abigail's ready with her side, she steps back, keeping a handle on the controls for the detonators, "I'm ready here."

"Yeah, we'd never frakking catch them anyway." Jacob's voice, still strong, emerges from his chest as he manages to stand back up. The help of the rifle and the medic are instrumental in that particular success. He fumbles for something in his pocket, leaning heavily against that bulkhead for support. A familiar old toothpick holder, made from cold silver, comes into his palm. He shakes one of the slivers of wood out and settles it between his lips. The passing scent? Menthol. "Do anything you can, Cate." He tucks the silver back into the pocket of his pants, reaching his hand down to grasp his rifle again. "But I don't think I'm dying here. Not... Not this time."

Noah glances down and sidelong as Akeso catches up. A good sign; at least Marx doesn't need two medics. This time it's his turn to wink, and in spite of the tension involved in moving further into the proverbial hornet's nest, he snorts, quelling the sharp half-smile that wants to form. "I wouldn't have thought Taurans run from anything," is his easy reply, obviously a joke. Distracted. They're In The Shit, and he can't sustain that for long.

He takes up security when he's asked, waiting for the demolitionists to do what they do best, but the passage of time makes him restless, clearly: he is ready to go.

Aldrich lingers back, shrugging his rifle off to be ready, should anything show up that needs shooting. Otherwise, he remains quiet, apparently unruffled by the patient's grumpiness.

The Tauran combat engineer works methodically, though not necessarily speedily -- the latter not being the best attribute when it comes to working with explosives. Only once he's satisfied does Gage straighten. "Good to go," he adds his report, as he zips back up his backpack and re-shoulders it, leaving the fun of actually detonating with Abigail as he prepares to move out. Noah gets a snort. "I run from my own explosives, because I know how big a one I make." He's grinning, undoubtedly as much because exploding things is amongst his top three favorite things as anything.

With the charges set, Mercer signals the other team that the mission's accomplished and they should withdraw too. The marines beat feet back to the Raptor. They run into some paltry defense on the way back, but nothing they can't handle in short order. Then it's back to the bird, which reaches a safe distance before the defense station explodes into teensy bits.


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