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Koritai
07-26-2010, 05:32 AM
The Battle Front and the Bases (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8ZacV9i13Q&list=QL&playnext=1&shuffle=125)

Corin had been a beautiful planet, lush and green with plant life. It had been beautiful but a few hours of Amuran attacks could turn even the most lush of forests to a wasteland. The Amuran must have realized this because the battle field was a wasteland hedged by dense forests, but no where else. No use ruining the planet you are striving to make your home.

On the battle field there seemed to be a constant war, it never paused, always someone was out there. At this moment, on this bright day, it was androids who took the front line and the grunts of the Amuran armies who took the front lines of the other side. Still, the Amuran grunts were well protected by their technology and wielded powerful weapons. This was the obvious battle, there was still guerrilla warfare taking place in the forests on the edge. In truth the battle was everywhere, in the skies flew one-man starships battled above. It would be underground too, except that both sides recognized what a foolish idea it would be.

On one side where the Amurans, their base looked like a city you'd see off of Tron. On the other were the humans and their allies, that base looked very much like a mix of an American military base and that of something you'd see off of Dune. It is the Allied side we look to now, in this place where plans where being made and territory was being protected.


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Jen (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFavGskExkE&list=QL&playnext=1&shuffle=16105)

Jen sat on her bunk in the early morning light, lacing her boots as she readied herself for the possible orders she could be given during the day. She was more than hopeful for her squadron to be sent out. She was dying for some action, but she had only landed a few days ago, they wouldn't send her out so soon. Once ready for the day, she left her bunk and walked the halls of the main building. The door swished as it slid open by motion sensors that told it she was there. It closed behind her with a high sigh that told her that it was air tight.

There were questions in her mind that aimed around that. Why would they need things to be air tight? In case of viral warfare? Highly unlikely, the Amuran were technologically advanced and were very proud of it. They would want to rely on their technology to do the job, besides, a virus could be turned on them. Chemical warfare was considered low to them, they wouldn't try that either. Which was why trench warfare would be acceptable except for the fact that the Amuran armored soldiers would trap them in the trenches.

Things were very quiet this early morning, most everyone was already out fighting or being briefed or something along the lines. Jen had been briefed on the way to Corin, and had briefed her team too, but when she arrived, things turned out to be very different. Her team had been split up, she'd been placed in another squadron, and had another briefing only yesterday.

Now she was patiently waiting, unbearable was the wait, she wanted to just dive right in, but that wouldn't happen. War was what she'd been bred for, she didn't know much else besides military training. She had no hobbies, she had training, she had no pleasures, she had war. There wasn't much else to say about it. Jen knew, as did every soldier bred for war, that she probably wouldn't make it out of the war. That she wouldn't see the war end, but even if she did, her "destiny" would have been completed and there would no longer be a meaning for her.

These were depressing thoughts, and so Jen emptied her mind and continued walking, maybe she would running to her Higher-ups, commanders or whatever you wanted to call them. Maybe, just maybe she'd get the order to pack up and head out to the field.

Tyanet
07-26-2010, 03:20 PM
((It's spelt Guerrilla, not Gorilla :p))

Alrick and his EOD team were already up by the time the sun was peaking over the horizon. They casually took showers, brushed teeth, shaved, and got dressed in mud stained Combat Uniforms. Alrick had been the leader of his team since their lieutenant had been killed a week ago in a bizarre battlefield accident involving a main battle tank and farm animals (Not a short or pretty story). And since the fighting was never more than a mile away, they also fully suited up with all their combat apparel. They quickly hustled over to the main HQ in order to for orders. Alrick walked in the the command center alone and looked for who is in charge.

Sir Manguydude
07-26-2010, 05:09 PM
"Good luck Sargent," The Brigadier General said, saluting Astor, who promptly returned the salute.

Astor about faced, and smirked. No one had called him a Sargent since that day on Cyprus. Officially, he didn't exist, a myth to the people. Though his missions were often greatly publicized, for moral. As long as the Biotic Soldiers kept doing their job right, we might win this one. He saw Alrick, stopped, snapped off a salute, noting his insignia. He turned back towards the door before Alrick could return the salute, and exited the command center.

In the lobby were several other soldiers, no doubt waiting for that man, but Astor didn't stop to salute them. He wandered, how many of them would die today? This war was going south real fast. Luckily the Biotic Soldiers had finished there training just in time. Maybe, just maybe, we could win this battle and repel those bastards off this planet.

Shifty
07-26-2010, 09:18 PM
"Sir, what are your orders?" A voice asked over Turos' headset.

Turos didn't respond. He was too busy looking ahead at the fleet of Amuran and Human ships fighting above the surface of Corin.

Turos was on the Mik'Raash ship Kaluuk, a relatively small transport that was carrying Turos, 500 of his warriors, and extra supplies for the soldiers on the ground. Unfortnately, they didn't expect to be going through a battle field first. Going around to a different side of the planet that was clear would take precious hours that the humans couldn't spare. Going through the battle would mean certain death.

"Sir, we need orders now!" The voice said, more urgently.

This time, Turos didn't hesitate. "Go straight through, full speed. Tell damage contorl to be prepared, and tell the rest of the crew to prepare for a possible crash landing."

"Yes sir." The voice said. Within seconds, his orders were relayed around the ship, and everyone got to their positions. The hum of the engines grew louder as the ship slowly picked up speed. Turos directed the ship towards an area of the battle that wasn't as chaotic. The wait was excruciating as he waited to enter the fray.

Turos felt the shock before he heard the boom. An Amuran ship had noticed the Kaluuk and begun firing at it. Most shots missed the small vessel, but one had connected, and sent reverberations through the ship. Turos had stumbled a bit, and had hardly stood up again before another shot hit. Then another.

"30 seconds to atmospheric reentry." A voice said over the ships intercom. Another hit, this one in the engines.

"Don't need them now." Turos murmered to himself.

"15 seconds." Turos began to angle the ship so it wouldn't plow headfirst into the ground.

"5 seconds." The ship began shuddering again. Not from hits, but from the friction of atmospheric reentry. Turos had entered going too fast, and the ship was falling apart.

"Order everyone to the cargo hold and brace for impact. It's going to be really rough." Turos ordered over his headset. Before he left the controls, he set the ship's deceleration flaps so that it would slow down as much as possible before landing. Then, he rushed back to the Cargo hold, where there was a crash room, specially made to protect the crew in case of a crash landing. He hoped they would survive.

The Kaluuk flamed as it flew through the sky. Pieces of it shredded off as it made its way towards the ground. With a massive boom, it crashed. Nearly everyone turned to watch as the space ship crashed through forest and dirt, coming to a stop directly in the middle of the wasteland made by the Amurans.

Tyanet
07-26-2010, 11:02 PM
Alrick snapped a sort of sarcastic salute saying 'Well fuck you too buddy'. Before he could ask for orders, he and the rest of the base; The Amurans probably heard it too, heard a thunderous screeching sound, as if one of those old 747 jets was flying right over the base. Damn near everyone in the command center ran outside to see was was going on. If they had been outside and looking in the right direction earlier, the would've noticed a small glint in the sky, but now it was a large fireball creating a thunderous roar as it went at hundreds of miles towards the ground. In a moment, it hit the ground and seemed to shake the whole forest whilst sending tons of earth into the air.
Everyone seemed not entirely sure what do do st first, but Alrick was the first to act.
"Alright everyone! We found our mission!"
Alrick and his team quickly ran into the forest, arriving at the rear end of the trenches before long. They looked out at the ship, attempting to assess the damage.

Shifty
07-27-2010, 05:11 AM
Turos awoke slowly, and realized a sharp pain in his left leg. He opened his eyes and looked around. The blast glass in front of him was cracked and covered in a fog, blocking his view. He turned his head left and saw what made the cracks; A piece of metal that went through the glass and missed his head by 2 inches at most. He reached for the door handle and opened it. A thick smell of smoke, fire and dirt wafted into his nostrils. He had survived the crash, but what of the others?

He looked around him. He wasn't the first to be out of his pod; There were almost fifty others moving about, tending the wounded, waking up others. most were still asleep or unconcious, either in their pods or on the ground. He started moving towards a massive hole in the crash room about 20 feet to his left. He stopped halfway to look into a pod. The Mik'Raash warrior in it had a serene look on his face, staring right through the glass. Right through his midsection protruded a large piece of the ship. Turos shook his head and continued walking. He could hear gunfire outside now.

Before he could peer out of the hole, a hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. He spun around. It was his second in command and good friend, Farack Invalla Noros.

"I wouldn't if I were you." He said, pointing to several bodies on the ground in front of the hole. "They have men out there alreadly, ready to pick off anyone who pokes their head out. Across the hole, about 100 warriors sat, half of them wounded, unable to get to the other side without being killed. Farack handed Turos a rifle. "In case they charge in." He said, then ran with Turos down the other way to where a makeshift command center and medical staion had been set up.

"How many are alive?" Turos asked the chief medical officer.

"We got lucky," The medic started. "We lost only 24 to the Amuran warship and 81 on the landing, plus 11 to enemy gunfire. Counting the ships crew, we have 175 capable men, with 239 wounded, about 40 of which won't make it off this ship."

"Can we hold off until help arrives?" Asked Farack.

"Maybe. Depends on when it arrives." The medic answered as he began tending to a wounded soldier. "Excuse me, but I have work to do."

"What about the cargo hold. Did any of the supplies survive?" Turos asked Farack as they walked away.

"Surprisingly, yes. We lost three of our 15 tanks, plus 1 of our artillery pieces, but beyond that, most of the food, medical supplies and small arms survived intact, or weren't too damaged as to be unrepairable." He answered.

"Good. Well, all we can do is wait, and hope the humans come soon." A Mik'Raash shrieked in pain as he fell to the ground, his left arm shredded by Amuran gunfire.

Farack looked back at Turos with a grim smile on his face. "Down to 174 now." He grunted. "Come on, while we're up and about, lets make ourselves useful." He cocked his rifle and headed for one of the many holes in the hull.

"Right behind you." Turos replied, following his friend.

Higurashi
07-27-2010, 11:40 AM
Axavier flew through the sky, avoiding enemy flak and missles by the nearest margin. This is bad, he thought to himself. Just how many enemy fighters can they deploy? As it turns out, the Amurans could deploy quite a few fighters. More than the Allies could. It didn't help that the Amurans could also deploy more advanced fighters. As such they were faster, stronger, and better defended then the Allies. But there was a price to be paid for having that many fighters. The Amurans couldn't deploy as many heavy battleships. They depended on their fighter swarms to take down anything that their heavy ships couldn't.

Axavier refocused on the battle as his own fighter took a hit to the bow. As he looked back, he saw a masive slug slam into the port side of one the Allies' cruisers. The ship simply crumpled like tin foil, and began plummeting to the ground. Any survivors ejected from the remaining escape pods. Most likely wouldn't survive the landing on the planet. Afterall, who could survive the Amuran's AA systems?

As Axavier turned back to the battle once again, he barrel-rolled to avoid a barrage of missles. It clearly wasn't the Amurans or the Allies. Looking around the battle, Axavier sited a scattered flotilla of mercs like himself. At that moment, a horrifying site appeared off of Axaveir's starboad wing. It was an Amuran battlecruiser, decimating all in it's path. They were rare, but when they appeared on the battlefeild, they caused havoc like none other.

Axavier almost threw up in fear. He could see one of the Battlecruiser's main batteries point in his and his fellow's firection. He dove planetward just as the battery fired. It was using transponder wave targeting systems, and an advanced friend/foe manuevering system. As such, it completely blew apart the other fighters where Axavier had previously been. It was a plasma round, able to keep going through nearly anything. Now it locked onto Axavier, and followed him.

As Axavier rocketed down through the atmosphere, he could feel the cockpit heating up to nearly intolerable levels. Any human Axavier new of would have burned to a crisp. He continued trying to avoid it, to no success. Anyone on the ground would see the miniature sun following a nearly miniscule dot. Axavier didn't even notice when the fighter made it into the atmosphere. He was focused on getting away. He saw that he couldn't and decided to die like a man, or at least take as many Amurans with him as he could. He turned his fighter to the main Amuran base, plasma shot right behind him.

On the ground, Amurans looked to the sky, seeing a plummeting ball of flame. They assumed this was the downed cruiser that was repoted earlier, until the fireball turned towards them. This immeadiantly caused panic, as sensors now detected that a single fighter was leading a giant bal of death towards them. The order was given hastily, and the AA system opened up.

Axavier meanwhile was doing his beast to avoid the incoming fire, and was beginning to black out from the G-forces He kept his eyes on the sensors, watching the targeting meter click down. He couldn't hear anymore, his suit's audio readers had shorted out from the roar of re-entry. When the meter reached zero, Axavier chickened out. He pulled up, and sped towards the sky. Due to the distance between the ship and the directed shot, ad probably an insane amopunt of luck, the shot crashed straight into the AMuran base with an unimaginable amount of force.

While being a bullseye, the shot's effect was limited. It shorted out many electrical systems, and caused unacceptable structural damage, but the sheilds blocked most of it. Now Axavier noticed the damage to his own fighter. He would never mae it back to his home aircraft-carrier. He thought for a moment, and headed towards the Allied base. It was over quickly, and he crashed into the forest behind the base, being knocked unconcious in the process.

Sir Manguydude
07-27-2010, 08:46 PM
Astor was all ready sprinting towards the downed Mik'Raash ship, noting it as a secondary objective when his cochlear implant screeched to life.

"Shiba, your primary has been changed, now it is your goal to protect, and rescue all the survivors on the Mik'Raash ship that crash landed. We have not been able to establish contact with any personnel on the ship. Over"

"Roger that," Astor replied, not recognizing the voice.

Astor was sprinting as fast as he could, as he barreled over the trenches, diving over them, and the sandbags around them. He activated his camo system, with thought, instantly his body becoming invisible. There was a blur, a shimmering as though you were staring into the distance of in a hot desert. One shot pinged off his armor, doing no damage, and not effecting his stride.

A group of Amurans were prepared to enter a hole in the hull of the ship. One looked down at the soft thud of a grenade impacting the ground in the middle of the group. The explosion decimated all but one of the aliens, the remaining one having dove into the hull of the ship. Astor's camo timer expired, the camo flickering and shutting down as he entered the hull. With a shink Astor retrieved his knife from the sheave on his chest, and inserting it into the Amuran's neck.

Astor stood tall, almost god like in appearance, unslinging his AR-26 from his back. He twisted the suppressor off the end of it, and stashed it in a slot just big enough for it on his right thigh. He checked the clip, fully loaded with ammo, and flipped the safety off, sliding the clip back home.

Shifty
07-27-2010, 09:23 PM
Turos swore quietly and inserted a new clip into his Urdas. He took a deep breath and dove out of his current cover. He rolled part way, then stood up, keeping his momentum, and ran towards the Crash Room, dodging bullets all the way. He felt a bullet clip his left shoulder, but kept going. During the last few feet, he spun and fired off a few rounds at the Amurans before diving back into cover, grunting as he landed on his newly wounded shoulder.

Turos looked back at where he had come from. 20 feet away, a large piece of the ship had shorn off and embedded in the ground, making a neat little piece of cover. around it were 6 Mik'Raash soldiers, all dead, including Farack. He didn't bother to acknowledge the other soldiers nearby. Instead, he rushed back into the ship. One of his men had yelled to him that they had a radio working.

Turos arrived at the Crash Room and went straight to the radio they had scavenged from the cargo hold.

"Attention allied base, This is Commander Turos of the Mik'Raash expeditionary force aboard the crash of the Mik'Raash vessel, Kaluuk. Please respond." He said into the reciever.

After a few seconds, a grainy, barely understandable voice spoke. "Roger, Commander. We have several forces on their way to help you. What is your situation? over."

"We are surrounded by Amuran forces, and have taken heavy casualties. many are wounded and need immediate medical care." Turos replied, his voice holding urgency but not panic. "How long until reinforcements arrive? over."

"Please repeat that last comment. You broke up for a second." The voice was becoming even harder to understand now.

Turos spoke as clearly as he could. "How long until reinfocrements arrive."

"Roger, we'll have to get back to you on that. in the meanti-" The voice suddenly cut out, replaced by static.

"They're jamming us!" Said the radio operator.

"Well, I guess we wait." Turos replied with a shrug. "Now get back to your posts. We need everyone to hold them back." He jogged away just as several soldiers werw being carried in, the victims of an Amuran grenade.

At this rate, none of us will be left to rescue. Turos though to himself.

Tyanet
07-28-2010, 12:23 AM
After a brief conversation with command, Alrick squatted down in the trench with the rest of his four man team and gave a SITREP of sorts.
"Alright! Listen up! Here's the deal, that thing we saw coming in was a Mik'Raash ship that was inbound with supplies, guns, tanks and all the shit. Anyways, it landed right in the middle of No Man's Land over there. Command thinks their reactor and engines might be damaged, and if they are, there's a possibility that they may explode, so that's why we're going in. Now here's the tactical part of it. The ship provides us with some nice cover, making it so the Squids* don't tear us to shreds when we run to it. Now, the first part is simple and I'll tell you the rest when we get to the ship, but all we have to do is run for it as fast as we can, but make sure to spread out our formation, we don't want some plasma mortar thing landing right in the middle of us and killing all of us"
The other three members nodded in the affirmative to Alrick's instructions, ready to dash out of the trenches and go for the ship
"Okay... Three... Two... One... GO GO GO!!!"
They all ran out at roughly the same time, and sprinted as fast as they could to the ship. Near the end of the dash, one of the team members, Patrick Field, took a round to the leg and fell down in such a manner that it looked like he did a back flip. The soldier behind him, Antonio Mullen, quickly responded and picked up his fallen comrade, moving as fast as he could while carrying a wounded soldier.
Before long they reached the ship and entered through a small hole across from Turos. They quickly navigated the corridors and found themselves amidst a group of Mik'Raash. Alrick looked at Turos and in between pants he managed to ask.
"Are you *pant* the commander *pant* of this ship?"

Sir Manguydude
07-28-2010, 01:26 AM
Astor walked through the ship, carefully checking corners as he went. He entered the cargo bay, and opened a vid-link to Command, hopping it would get through the jamming. He recorded it into his helmet's memory and continued on to secure the ship.

As he walked down a narrow hallway filled with doorways on both sides, an Amuran grunt jumped at him from one of the doorways, knocking the AR-26 to the ground with a clatter. It had a pistol in his hand, but Astor reacted quickly, throwing his knife, impacting the gun with enough force to knock it upwards, the shots from the pistol sizzled on the ceiling, as Astor lunged with his fist. Amurans were never known for their hand to hand skills, and Astor easily knocked his assailant out with one punch. His skull was slightly caved in, in fact. The Amuran was still alive, but was going suffer until he eventually died. Astor unholstered his Jericho 941, and placed one bullet through its skull, Astor then placed his gun back into its holster, and retrieved his AR-26, and knife.

He continued to the reactor room. The reactor was stable, thankfully. Astor pulled out a small explosive device to it, and left the room. He found the room with the wounded in it, and noticed the same Sargent from before. Astor thought about how menacing he might look in his armor, and disabled the tinting on his helmet, his face now visible. The helmet visor really accented the scar across his eye, making it highly visible.

"I have sent out an Emergency Evac, and a request for about as much air support as possible to strike just beyond the wreckage, creating a big enough dust cloud for the evac choppers to get here safely."

Shifty
07-28-2010, 01:33 AM
The sudden entry of several humans, including one rather menacing looking one, almost shocked Turos. Almost.

He acknowledged The 4 humans who had entered through the side of the ship first. "Yes, I am." Before Alrick could respond, Turos began to give orders. "Anyone of you with medical experience, help care for the wounded. If not, get to the cargo hold and start to help unload supplies, especially ammunition." He then turned to Astor. "I wouldn't count on a lot of air support. I saw the battle up above. Anyone who wasn't killed up there would have to make it through the Amuran AA first. Besides, we can't just leave this ship to the Amurans. It has hundreds of small arms, several weeks worth of food, water and ammunition, plus several tanks and artillery pieces. We need to hold this ship until we can get those supplies out." He paused to a breath. "My men and i will not leave this ship until every last salvagable supply and wounded soldier is safely back at base." He didn't wait for a reply, but instead went back to talk to the other human.

spirits breath
07-28-2010, 04:11 AM
Yet another bleeding body was carted in. The remaining few of the volunteers remained, the rest quit, undoubtfuly from the never ending flow. Unforunatly, Lith was not like the volunteers, he was stuck there. His feathers were covered in what had to be more variety than should be possible.

Lith, normaly covered in soft, and elegant feathers that were naturaly purple. Now thet were a flacky dark paste holder as he had little time to clean himself. Much like the majority of doctors as well. His voice came out a natural high pitch that fooled many to think he was a she. Only to be told to come back in two weeks.

A crash of opening doors came bursting through the halls. A human had come in on a streatcher, a hole in his shirt near his shouler, almost a clean hole. The worst part about it, was there wasn't any more doctors available. Meaning he would have to be put on hold with nothing but a few antibacterial wipes to keep the wound clean, and a turnekit to slow the bleeding.

With Lith's wings practicly covered with several layers of blood, he looked up at a clock. Speaking to his other medical technitian. "So much for your kinds working laws. Though being caked with blood isn't always fun either."

A normal toned voice came form a male human he was working with came up. "They are put aside in times of crisis, aka, if we ever get to see out into the halls for more than two seconds at a time."

"You have a point, but I think I am going to have to learn how you humans do this for this long."

"It is simple, we just get mad at our bosses and strategecly take a vacation by times people tend to hurt themselves or need us. That or we can always fake our deaths."

The two began to remove a small bullet from some mans groin. a short proceduier before he was sent out to another room for patching up and sent out.

Lith was on hour ten of constant work, should of been out by eight. Illegal without a doubt.but he was needed. It wouldn't be until his twelth hour he would be able to shower and leave.

The sight at the drain was both welcome and unwelcome at the same time. His metal brush would probly never be the same again after about an hour in the shower.


(sorry, will finish later tointegrate other posts in mine. busy day.)

Sir Manguydude
07-30-2010, 05:19 AM
"I have already set a charge on the reactor core. This is more information then you need to know commander but, Bio-Com has ordered me to blow this ship in 2 hours."

Astor snapped a salute, turning on the tenting on his visor once more. He needed to clear the zone. He failed to mention that he would blow the ship whether or not there were still survivors on board. He didn't need an interplanetary crisis happening, should any of them survive. If it blows with survivors on board, it would be sold as the reactor being heavily damaged on impact.

Shifty
07-30-2010, 06:05 AM
Turos stopped mid-stride as Astor spoke. He slowly turned , emitting a low, guttural, almost primeval growl. He walked up to Astor until they were face to face. He towered 2 feet over the human, then finally spoke.

"If you do that, then there will be repurcussions. I know that you're one of the human biotic super soldiers. I know you are not supposed to exist. I also listen to enough human news to know the actions of your kind are used for propaganda. Even if there are men on board when this ship goes, there will be survivors, and they will say what happened here." He paused and tried to look through the heavily tinted visor. He could see his own reflection, and how cut up and dirty he was.

He took a deep breath then continued. "The death of some 300 Mik'Raash warriors at the hands of a human could cause a major morale drop, plus the loss of all Mik'Raash support against the Amurans. Besides, 2 hours is no where near enough time to evacuate all people and supplies, and I'm not leaving until all are off this ship. so, you have a few options. You can give me the detonator if the bomb has one, go disarm it right now, or leave, call the evac, and have everything I describe happen. Understand?" Through his whole speech, Turos noticed his voice was just loud enough for only him and Astor to hear.

He gave a little snort, then continued. "Also, be careful. I can order you to be held here until that bomb goes if you don't comply. one of us could probobly handle you, and several of us surely could. You're call."

spirits breath
07-30-2010, 01:20 PM
After a small reprive, and getting about five hours of sleep, there was a call for him. Groggy steps brought the purple being over to a small door to see a very unwelcome sight, it would seem as he had been reqruited.

A human with a clean uniform and one with a decorated uniform and papers waited. "Mr. Lith?"
"Yes, what is this about? though I assume I have to go out and be at the hospital." They are going to cook me alive if I have to spend all day in the hospital again.
the man with the papers simply held out a pen. "Sign here. though you are close, but ou are needed somewhere more important than a hospital. W have any supplies that you may need in the medevac as we speak."

Lith let out a sign, his pointed beak opening slightly. His voice came out flatly. "I can't write. Can stitch up a wound but my customs are different. Now if you would like a blood agreement, then that would be an alternative."
The men stepped back. the man with the paperwork looked at Lith. "Then I guess an oral agreement has been made. Now your choices are simple, you may come with us peacefully, or we may have to get a bit violent and brong you with us. Same job, more supplies, and higher pay."

Lith began to walk forwards. The situation was one to ust go peacefully, though they did leave their nerves open as well.

about an hour later...

" three syringed filled with aa painkiller, junk. Anti bacterial rub pads, unneeded. Scaple, even moreso." His wngs fumbled around with the supplies. A pipe up from the otheer human.
"The supplies must be taken Lith. Plus, why wouldn't you take antibacterial wipes, or pain killers?"
Lith made an idication to his beak. "You don't know much do you? My saliava is an effective pain killer, my blood an effective antiseptic that would knock out two things. And with a beak curved and pointed like mone, it can easily cut open skin."
The man sat dumbfounded. "So you are basicly a mobile morphine and antibacteria.ll station. Thou I would keep that hidden, some may use you for an easy high."

present time...

I cant believe i have to take all these supplies. About twenty pounds or so, and almost all of it was medical supplies. bandages, wraps, pins, thread, tools, syringes, and vails of liquids for various tasks. though he did have one weapon, a small handgun. his choice, and the lighter the better. If he could still fly, it was good for him.

Lith flapped his wings hard a few times, feeling the weight change before he was able to get a little bit of altitude. He was a flyer, not a walker, and not in any way a runner for more than a hundred meters. his destination was a short way from where he was, though he had to make it into some ship where he should meet a few humans and Mik'raash.
Though, he knew one thing, never anger a Mik'raash unless if you are in the air and away from all harm.

Lith flew low to the ground, his pack on his back and in front of him. He was en route to the ship where hopefully he would have time to get adjusted before he would be trying to fix unnamed wounds.

Higurashi
07-30-2010, 01:58 PM
Axavier woke up finally, and began looking around. He could see that the cockpit was mostly intact, and that there was atleast partial power. This was emphasized by a number of blinking lights, and then a shower of small sparks from an open panel. The cockpits veiwing windows were all cracked to the extreme, and one was busted entirely. He could hear his heart beating unaturally fast. It finally became so overworked that the second back up heart kicked in. Slowly, his heart rate decreased.

Now Axavier tryed to move. He tryed raising his left arm up, but found he couldn't. He looked over at his arm, and saw that it was gone from a few inches below the shoulder. That was bad. The fact that he couldn't feel pain was worse. "Well, this is bad." He said. It was then that he noticed that he couldn't hear was he was saying. He tryed raising his right arm, and thankfully he found it still intact. He cautiously moved it up to his audio sensors, flinching every time sparks flew. With probing fingers, he found that they were totally busted.

He reached over to a sack, hung up by crashing webbing, and removed substitutes for the sensors. He removed the broken ones, and clipped the subs in. He instantly froze, fearing for his life. Nearby there was a rapid exchange of clicks, and a couple of robotic growls responded. Axavier knew what that sound was. It was the Amuran's way of speech. In training school he had learned parts of it.

He could only make out a few words, but what he heard was bad. "It *click, click*. Possibly dead. Should we take *click, growl, click* back to base?" One said. "*Growl, click, click* might not like *click*" Another replied. While most of these clicks would not be detectable by human ears, Axavier's audio sensors were partially tuned to the Amuran base frequency. The two, or possibly three Amurans continued to talk, but Axavier wasn't fouced on them.

He attempted to move his legs, bt found them trapped by crash webbing. He removed a small comb at knife from his bag, and began sawing the webbing away. When he was done, he clipped the knife to his waist, and took out a sizeable hand pistol, readying himself. Gripping the pistol under his chin, and pressed the distress beacon, then the eject button.

The canopy launched with a crack, landing heaviy on top of two of the Amurans, injuring them. Then the seat ejected, spitting Axavier a few dozen meters into the air, straight into to forest canopy. His parachute/safety floatation device popped open, and got caught in the branches. As such, Avavier was left hanging above the forest floor, about two dozen meters above the ground. He could see through the trees, and saw the hideously long gash his fighter had made in the forest.

The remaining Amuran had fallen over in surprise when the ejection had happened. Now he angrily got up and started to search for the pilot. Meanwhile the other two couldn't get up on account of broken legs. The Amuran scanned the forest as he walked forward, but forgot to look up. Axavier aimed carefully, and shot the Amuran inbetween the eyes. He fell without a sound. Now Axavier waited for rescue.

spirits breath
07-31-2010, 04:23 AM
While his flight had been short, and not to mention surprisingly easy with the extra weight. A bundle of a parachute gently drifted down into a forest, meaning that that person or being was in some trouble. A general rule of claw, if they cannot fly naturaly, dropping from the sky without a way to slow themselves is not a great combination. Then add in the fact that people are being shot makes it even worse.

Lith flapped his wings a little bit harder to gain altitude to scan the trees for the parachute in a birds eye view. A small miscoloraton was found in the trees, without a doubt the parachute.

wide circles brought the purple being into the forest, his body sloftly accelerating as he glided down to a very odd creature. Using a parachute over a forest, being shot at, not meant nor in a state to drop, and is missing an arm. Even worse of a combination than it seems. His voice rang out, " stay where you are, I think I know how to get you down, and maybe do something about your wounds. Though you are still going to his the ground a bit. and be jerked around." He flapped his wings a few more times to get back up in altittude.

As he moved up, he hused his talons to grip the ropes, and used his scaple to cut the rope. First of four went down, almost the second. "Get ready." Soon after, the rope snapped, sending the pair into a swing, the former two dozen meter drop still remained.

He glided down by the hanging ropes and plucked them with his beak. his only plan was to just tie the srings to another branch cut out about eleven meters about. Whle not the best of rope tiers, Lith fastnes the rope to the best of his ability and flying up towards the other ropes. "Just be ready to fall, this is going to be quicker" His beak moved down to the bace of the ropes and clentched down hard, the ropes threads gradually ripping from the force put on each strand.

As he moved down, the drop was now about four meters. "Brace yourself, one last time. You are going to hit the ground." Lith pulled at his knot, untieing it and rushing down. He pulled out his medical supplies. "Any knowledge of what it broken or hurt before I start feleing you up? Oh and names Lith, often called Lithy or lilly, heck even bird works. now then, where should I start?"

Higurashi
07-31-2010, 04:52 AM
Axavier was surprised when the giant bird creator came out of the sky. He was even more surprised when he was offered help. He nodded and waited patiently, gripping the side of his seat, as the bird let him out of the trees jerk by jarring jerk. Axavier still feared for his life. he didn't know this creature. Even though he clearly wasn't with the Amurans, he could be part of a mercenary group. Despite being employed by the Allies, these hired thugs took certain librities, and somehow managed to avoid getting caught most of the time.

Once on the ground, Axavier gently tugged on his crashing-webbing, and it fell away. He then realized how close he had come to falling out of his chair from a great height. Now he could hear the creature speaking again, and Axavier looked over. The bird/thing was taking out medical supplies of all things. From what he said, it seemed he was a medical officer. Axavier tryed to speak again, but he only heard scattered garbles. He reached out to his throat, were his voice projector was, and pulled it back when the device gave a fizzle and a crack.

Axavier began to frantically check every part of his suit for seal breaks. In this enviorment, even a shred of contaminated air could be fatal to a Quarian. His probing fingers found an unsealed gash in his lower right back. He immeadiantly rushed over to his seat, pulling out a sealent tape. With trembling fingers (Quarians only have two fingers and a thumb by the way) He pressed the tape against the break in his suit. It took, and he smoothed out the creases.

He then sat down on a nearby log. he was completely dejected. Not only had he failed to save his fighter, but he had got himself seriously injured, and a possibly fatal breach in his suit didn't help his mood. He then got up, and headed to the doctor bird. He indicated with a pointing finger to his arm showing it wasn't there. He then moved his hand to his ribs, making a breaking motion. Finally he indicated the breach in his suit, and he made a choking motion.

Sir Manguydude
07-31-2010, 05:00 AM
"Commander, I mean no harm, I am just following my orders from the Council and Bio-Com," Astor said slyly. "Of course, you could always try and restrain me, though you would all be considered AWOL and would swiftly judged with Capitol Punishment at my discretion. Now if you will excuse me, I have some AA guns to take care of."

Astor went to the nearby hull breach, his Jackhammer at ready in front of him. He exited the hole, and found this particular breach clear of Amurans for the moment. He saw one grunt at another breach turn towards him as he vanished. The grunt shook his head for a second, seeing the shimmer of the camo, and deciding it was but a mirage. Astor grabbed a large chunk of the hull that was sticking out of the ground, and used all his strength to move it in front of the breach he exited out of.

Astor made a beeline to the awaiting treeline on the side of the battlefield. It would provide him excellent cover, without wasting his camo charge.

Shifty
07-31-2010, 05:16 AM
Turos was appalled. This human was so focused on doing his duty that he would sacrifice hundreds of soldiers to accomplish what he had to do. He followed Astor, but when he looked through the hole he had exited, he wasn't there. Then, a large piece of the hill somehow moved to block the hole. Turos decided not to bother. While talking to Astor, he had wasted about 15 minutes, and he needed all the time he could get now. He returned to the medical room, killing an Amuran on the way.

He knew that getting to the bomb would be difficult, as the Amurans had control of that part of the ship. He would need to fight to get to it, and then disarm it, which he couldn't do.

"Anyone with any experience in explosives and disarming them, front and center! Also, anyone who has minimal wounds, gather round as well." He yelled above the gunfire and explosions. While he waited, he pointed another Mik'Raash nearby, with minimal wounds that had been patched. "Collin, you're with me."

Collin, the youngest in the expeditionary force, was one of the few in his team with bomb disarming experience, and very little at that. Three other warriors gathered around as well, Vorta, Delaj, and Nulloso. Turos waited for anyone else to respond.

Tyanet
07-31-2010, 01:37 PM
Alrick and his team, who were locked in a firefight nearby until just recently, reported to Turos.
"We're and Explosive Ordinance Disposal team, you're not going to get anyone better than us."

((Yeah, Yeah, short post))

Sir Manguydude
08-01-2010, 04:00 AM
Astor knew that the Commander planned on disarming the charge. He knew it would keep them out of the way, and no heroes would arise and try to help him. The faces flashed before Astor's eyes. All those who died, trying to help him. Helping a biotic in his situation was near suicide, even as a biotic. Astor frowned, remember his old squad. The image of their armor going into self destruct mode, and completely obliterating the bodies was vivid whenever he blinked. He tripped on the root, but retained his footing. Now was not the time to be unfocused.

Intel said that the AA guns were run by a single AI. Destroy the AI core, and the guns were down. Of course, getting to the core would not be the easiest job.

Shifty
08-01-2010, 06:23 AM
Turos smiled a little when the human spoke. Humans may be smaller and more fragile, but he knew that in a firefight, they were just as valuable as a Mik'Raash.

He coughed a little as an explosion knocked dust from the ceiling onto him, then spoke in English. "Alright, as of a few minutes ago, there is a bomb set to go off in 2 hours on the ship's reactor. If it goes off, then everyone one this ship goes with it. There is an evac coming, but it will take too long to get here before the bomb goes. We need to get to the reactor and then disarm the bomb. It'll be a tough fight against heavy resistance, since the Amurans have control of that part of the ship. I have no more details than that. Any questions?" He waited only a second before finishing. "Okay, humans, I don't want you needlessly risking yourselves, understand? If you die, then we can't disarm that bomb, and the rest of us die. Mik'Raash, support the humans, but don't get killed in the process. Even if we kepp the ship safe, we need everyone alive until evac comes. Ready?"

He switched to a Mik'Raash dialect the humans wouldn't know and spoke to his soldiers. "Tulaz omv kandr'aush. Mikaz omv Gurash." They all dipped their heads for a second. Then he switched back to English. "Let's move! No time to spare!" He turned to lead his team into the bowels of the ship, towards the reactor. By his estimates, he had less than a hour and a half left.

spirits breath
08-01-2010, 01:03 PM
The frantic movements of the quarian seemed to show a large game of scharades. Luckily being able to see what he meant made things a bit easier than having to guess things he never saw before. From what he could tell, the quarian had a broken rib, couldn't speak, and lost it's arm a while ago.

Lith reached into his bag, pulling out a large roll of gauze wrap. His voice came out professionaly, more than used to seeing a few minor injuries, some more severe than others, but this wasn't anything bad. Least he will live. "I can only suggest looking for a replacement arm. though that isn't my specialty. Not a machine type of pterian." His wings moved around the rib cage, tightly banding them to keep pressure against the lungs.

Lith snaked around the quarian, noticing a small tear. Using his beak to hold the gauze wrap, and pulling out a few butterply pins, he grapped a small amount of sticky padding to cover the opening.

His purple bpdy moved calmly in front of the quarian. opening his beak, he indicated at a small silver colored ring. "without this, i would be speaking in clicks, caws, screeches, and chirps. usefulat times, though I hate it terribly." His body moved to point at the quarian's ribs. "Move slow and keep your upper body still. Otherwise I am fastening sticks or something to you"

The pterian moved next to the quarian, holding out his right wing. A click of metal against beak came out, a soft whistle following. With his voice being high pitched naturaly, his voice became more relaxed, if not sympathetic. "We have a bit of a ways to go, but if you want some pain killers I have two types. One natural, one synthetic. Some people have their ipreferences with me, though I usually apply it as close to an injury as I can or else you get the wrong parts numb." He lightly tapped his bags with his other wing. "May not be large enough for you, but I can help support your weight if you need it."

Sir Manguydude
08-02-2010, 04:49 AM
The camo meter flashed in the corner of Astor's HUD as he dove into a dark doorway. He sat and waited. A small patrol of Amurans marched by, and did not notice him. His camo was halfway full, as he activated it and darted to the room straight down the hall from him.

He sneaked up onto the door, pulling out his AR25, with the silencer attached to it. He stepped closer, allowing the door to activate. Within in 2 seconds, Astor had fired six, three round bursts. The six technician Amurans slumped to the floor out of their seats.

Astor pulled a small device, that looked like a flash drive, out of a small slot on his inner right thigh. He plugged it into the mainframe, and began typing frantically. He pulled the drive out of the mainframe, and an alarm sounded.

"HQ, I have the package, and the AA guns should be offline shortly. Only downside here, is that now the entire base is looking my way."

"We have bombers incoming on your position."

Great, I am stuck in a building, that has been targeted by friendly bombers. Talk about getting f***** over here.

Astor pulled out a charge and placed it on the Mainframe. The mainframe exploded, as Astor dove behind a work station. Shrapnel pinged against the station, and embedded itself into the unlucky Amurans who had just arrived in the mainframe room.

Higurashi
08-02-2010, 11:42 PM
Axavier nodded once again. He took the natural painkiller, and slotted it into a port in the crook of his arm. The port closed around the needle and injected the liquid into his blood stream. Axavier could only hope that the needle and injection weren't infected. He might end up killing himself with something meant to heal. He then picked up his pack and strapped it to his back. Picking up his pistol, he began walking back to base.

As he walked, he continued to look bacik at the bird Medic, making sure that he was still, following. His was about to reach over to tap on his wrist keyboard when he remembered that he had no arm anymore. He would have to get that fixed, and quick. You needed to be quick to be a pilot. Now he was without fighter or arm, and he didn't know what he would do. He was lost in a brand new world.

spirits breath
08-03-2010, 02:36 PM
Lith gave a light smile as he couldn't help but notice that the quarian was still adapting to the changes of losing an arm. Fluttering his wings, the pterian made up the distance needed to get next to the being. "Mind if I get my syringe back? No sense in wasting it when you can easily sterilize it and refill it. Though I will spare you the details on how it is all done unless if you really want to know."

Gradual motions and a soft click in his beak made the pterian move ahead of the quarian. He tapped his bags and then looked forwards. "Hope you can make the walk, I don't think I have much for helping you much more since gauze still lets in air, and tape can only go so far. though considering you are still holding up, your kind isn't so vulnerable to infections as you think. " good thing I can kill anything before it can even do anything. Different planet different advantages.

He continued to walk, keeping a close tab on the quarian. "Names lith, feel free to make something up with it if you want. I have been called a few things, including bird or lithy. don't know what they mean by the first one though." He continued to move forwards, heading towards base.