IC Striker Six - Fighting a War in The Great Unknown (IC)

[Incendiary]

Now that you're out of combat, the blazing sun's heat becomes far more obvious. Or maybe it was the stress of combat. Or the immense pollution contributing to drastic climate change.
Aside from the rubble and mock vehicles, the streets remained empty. Arid breeze blows across Striker Six, a thin spray of dust lightly irritating any biological noses and eyes. It almost feels too desolate. Years of war should've made them accustomed to such a place.

A short walk brings the crew to the base of the tallest tower, where friendly forces are already stationed and a small force has begun infiltrating the building's base. Two combat engineers stand by, making somewhat awkward small talk as operators file into the doorway. Their voices silence as soon as Messorem arrives.
", it's these guys... uhh... , what do I say?"
The first engineer lowers their weapon and tries to look casual, "H-hey there, team. Now that you're here, we... uhh..."
"Leave it to me!" Number two butts in, "Delta Unit will take care of the lower floors, but OpFor has their tech up pretty dang high. We've got no time for stairs, so we'll be taking you up using a state-of-the-art Portable Extendable Mobility Enhancer."
"Hold on, that's just a big ladder,"
"Hush! These things are amazing, they're beyond mere ladders,"
"Anyway, those windows should be easy to breach, but be quick about it! They'll wipe that data at the first sign of trouble. Big dude will have to stay down here. We could use some firepower when reinforcements roll in. Are we green, Striker Six?"

 

[Fluxxation]

Now that you're out of combat, the blazing sun's heat becomes far more obvious. Or maybe it was the stress of combat. Or the immense pollution contributing to drastic climate change.
Aside from the rubble and mock vehicles, the streets remained empty. Arid breeze blows across Striker Six, a thin spray of dust lightly irritating any biological noses and eyes. It almost feels too desolate. Years of war should've made them accustomed to such a place.

A short walk brings the crew to the base of the tallest tower, where friendly forces are already stationed and a small force has begun infiltrating the building's base. Two combat engineers stand by, making somewhat awkward small talk as operators file into the doorway. Their voices silence as soon as Messorem arrives.
", it's these guys... uhh... , what do I say?"
The first engineer lowers their weapon and tries to look casual, "H-hey there, team. Now that you're here, we... uhh..."
"Leave it to me!" Number two butts in, "Delta Unit will take care of the lower floors, but OpFor has their tech up pretty dang high. We've got no time for stairs, so we'll be taking you up using a state-of-the-art Portable Extendable Mobility Enhancer."
"Hold on, that's just a big ladder,"
"Hush! These things are amazing, they're beyond mere ladders,"
"Anyway, those windows should be easy to breach, but be quick about it! They'll wipe that data at the first sign of trouble. Big dude will have to stay down here. We could use some firepower when reinforcements roll in. Are we green, Striker Six?"

Messorem responded by drawing the shotgun from across his back, holding it at his side loosely.

“Affirmative, awaiting placement orders.”

Claira nods sheepishly, holding onto her staff tightly whilst waiting for the others to move, hoping to follow from behind.

 

[Green_Metaknight]

Now that you're out of combat, the blazing sun's heat becomes far more obvious. Or maybe it was the stress of combat. Or the immense pollution contributing to drastic climate change.
Aside from the rubble and mock vehicles, the streets remained empty. Arid breeze blows across Striker Six, a thin spray of dust lightly irritating any biological noses and eyes. It almost feels too desolate. Years of war should've made them accustomed to such a place.

A short walk brings the crew to the base of the tallest tower, where friendly forces are already stationed and a small force has begun infiltrating the building's base. Two combat engineers stand by, making somewhat awkward small talk as operators file into the doorway. Their voices silence as soon as Messorem arrives.
", it's these guys... uhh... , what do I say?"
The first engineer lowers their weapon and tries to look casual, "H-hey there, team. Now that you're here, we... uhh..."
"Leave it to me!" Number two butts in, "Delta Unit will take care of the lower floors, but OpFor has their tech up pretty dang high. We've got no time for stairs, so we'll be taking you up using a state-of-the-art Portable Extendable Mobility Enhancer."
"Hold on, that's just a big ladder,"
"Hush! These things are amazing, they're beyond mere ladders,"
"Anyway, those windows should be easy to breach, but be quick about it! They'll wipe that data at the first sign of trouble. Big dude will have to stay down here. We could use some firepower when reinforcements roll in. Are we green, Striker Six?"

"I am."

 

[The Mysterious Creature]

“Indeed.”

Mizzium puts his visor down and grows tense with anticipation.

 

[Razor_Typhoon]

(hmm)

 

[Incendiary]

The not-just-a-fancy-ladder gradually extends itself while its operator wordlessly hits buttons on a tiny panel. It's... quite uneventful. Number two stands proudly, but their fake stance only makes them look foolish.
"Uhh... are you supposed to be funny? We're here to keep trucks running and get ladders up, not run some lame comedy show."
"Haven't you heard? Team morale is crucial to success! You've gotta keep people motivated, or people ain't gonna pull any triggers. Nobody lifts spirits like the wordplay of Combat Engineers, and you'd know that!"
"Okay, first off, that's a big stereotype. Second, I'm pretty sure you're doing the exact opposite of 'lifting spirits',"
"I would beg to differ, my dude,"
Number one just sighs and turns back to Striker Six, "Whatever. Since bigmouth over here doesn't do scouting, I've scanned the building for you. First door on the right is their setup, with two tangos on the other side plus a third down the centre, and they're the only ones with lethal weaponry. The rest have stun and gas weapons, but they'll knock you out good if you're not careful, which I sure know you are. There are some small rows with server racks and scanners, then a larger row where a lot of hostiles will be. The emergency wipe switch is down the right of that. Whatever you do, don't let them touch that or you'll have exactly ten seconds to cancel the wipe."
Creaking metal and the hiss of hydraulics signal that the not-just-a-fancy-ladder has reached maximum length. Most of Striker Six now have an express route to punish their foes... and victory.
"You're up, Striker Six. Make us proud."

 

[The Mysterious Creature]

Mizzium is more than happy to be the first person up the glorified ladder.

 

[Razor_Typhoon]

(heya)

 

[Fluxxation]

The not-just-a-fancy-ladder gradually extends itself while its operator wordlessly hits buttons on a tiny panel. It's... quite uneventful. Number two stands proudly, but their fake stance only makes them look foolish.
"Uhh... are you supposed to be funny? We're here to keep trucks running and get ladders up, not run some lame comedy show."
"Haven't you heard? Team morale is crucial to success! You've gotta keep people motivated, or people ain't gonna pull any triggers. Nobody lifts spirits like the wordplay of Combat Engineers, and you'd know that!"
"Okay, first off, that's a big stereotype. Second, I'm pretty sure you're doing the exact opposite of 'lifting spirits',"
"I would beg to differ, my dude,"
Number one just sighs and turns back to Striker Six, "Whatever. Since bigmouth over here doesn't do scouting, I've scanned the building for you. First door on the right is their setup, with two tangos on the other side plus a third down the centre, and they're the only ones with lethal weaponry. The rest have stun and gas weapons, but they'll knock you out good if you're not careful, which I sure know you are. There are some small rows with server racks and scanners, then a larger row where a lot of hostiles will be. The emergency wipe switch is down the right of that. Whatever you do, don't let them touch that or you'll have exactly ten seconds to cancel the wipe."
Creaking metal and the hiss of hydraulics signal that the not-just-a-fancy-ladder has reached maximum length. Most of Striker Six now have an express route to punish their foes... and victory.
"You're up, Striker Six. Make us proud."

Messorem turns to look at the ladder, his neck letting out a quiet hiss as his head turns up and out.

Claira watches the others begin to climb, slinging her staff across her back as she waits to take up the rear.

 

[Incendiary]

Climbing the ladder is, unexpectedly, rather uneventful. Who would've thought?
Once at the top, Mizzium finds the window they're supposed to bust through already busted, and the walls painted in thick blood. The surprisingly sticky fluid hardly impedes movement, but it's hard to not wonder what the hell happened. The bloodstains continue up to the server room door, and then disappear. That's... strange. It'll have to wait, though.

The rest of the capable crew arrive at their target floor, with Claira on their six and Messorem on standby outside. There are no locks or obstructions on the door. You have few limitations when it comes to breaching the room. Execute at your discretion, but remember the details you've already been given.

 

[Fluxxation]

With no forewarning whatsoever, Messorem snaps his shotgun shut, striding in a few steps up to the doors on his ground level.

"Cshhhhckk-Breaching."

The door is hardly a match for his bulky, piston-laden foot. It damn near snap off the hinges, flying wide open.

Not exactly caring whats thrown on him at the moment, he raises his shotgun to the ceiling as he ducks inside, firing from both barrels at once in a horrific spread, hoping to tenderize, or at least weaken, the general right side on the floor above, at which he took rough aim. (17, 11)

Only after this does he bother to look down at whoever might be scrutinizing him.. probably shooting at him at this point?

(OVERHEAT: IIIII)
(Micromissile Salvo: 4/4)
(Falx: 0/2)
(Wrist Launcher: 1/1)

Claira just about falls off the ladder at the deafening ring of the shotgun, quickly adjusting herself and hopping nobody saw her reaction to gunshots in a warzone.

 

[Green_Metaknight]

Wha rushes through the door after Messorem, heading through the left side of the room and attempting to hide in plain sight as the enemies are distracted by the shotgun blasts. (d20: 4)
He realizes he didn't do a good job of hiding, so he rushes forwards and (d20: 20) impales the nearest unharmed enemy with a Shadow Spear, sending a Shadow Spike directly upwards out of said Shadow Spear to pierce the victim's brain.
As the spear and spike break, that unfortunate soul's body collapses onto the floor, and Wha tries to dash backwards, attempting to get out of the room before anyone can fire at him. (d20: 15)
"Whatever powered I shall today, and the politicians."

 

[Incendiary]

(I think I'll need to clarify the situation as both posts above aren't making a lot of sense)
(@Fluxxation, the ground floor has already been cleared of hostiles by friendly forces, so I'm not sure why Messorem is blasting it, but I won't object to blowing things up for the sake of blowing things up.)
(@Green_Metaknight, everyone except Messorem should be climbing the ladder and assaulting the enemy hideout. Like I said, the bottom floor is devoid of presence. Why is Wha going after enemies that aren't there and aren't relevant?)

 

[Green_Metaknight]

(@Green_Metaknight, everyone except Messorem should be climbing the ladder and assaulting the enemy hideout. Like I said, the bottom floor is devoid of presence. Why is Wha going after enemies that aren't there and aren't relevant?)

(I meant the door to the server room. I thought that was the door that Messorem was going through too; I saw him blow up a door and shoot his shotgun inside, so I assumed that said door was the one he was meant to be going through; the door of the server room. In retrospect, I probably should have read Fluxx's post more carefully.)

 

[Fluxxation]

(I think I'll need to clarify the situation as both posts above aren't making a lot of sense)
(@Fluxxation, the ground floor has already been cleared of hostiles by friendly forces, so I'm not sure why Messorem is blasting it, but I won't object to blowing things up for the sake of blowing things up.)

(I was insinuating that he heard of the location of the enemies on the floor above as it was laid out, and instead of waiting, decided to try shooting at them from the floor below, blowing a hole in the ceiling with his shotgun. Of course that's not going to be accurate at all.. but it is a shotgun.. I think Green misinterpreted this.)

 

[Razor_Typhoon]

(Man, its been since december?)

 

[Incendiary]

(I was insinuating that he heard of the location of the enemies on the floor above as it was laid out, and instead of waiting, decided to try shooting at them from the floor below, blowing a hole in the ceiling with his shotgun. Of course that's not going to be accurate at all.. but it is a shotgun.. I think Green misinterpreted this.)

(Understandable, but there's a quite a few floors between them and the server room. Also, that's not a great idea if you intend on keeping that data.)

 

[Green_Metaknight]

(I was insinuating that he heard of the location of the enemies on the floor above as it was laid out, and instead of waiting, decided to try shooting at them from the floor below, blowing a hole in the ceiling with his shotgun. Of course that's not going to be accurate at all.. but it is a shotgun.. I think Green misinterpreted this.)

(Yeah, I misinterpreted it.)

 

[Fluxxation]

(So do I retcon it or what)

 

[Razor_Typhoon]

(Honestly, I haven't a clue what to do here, although to be fair, nothing has happened till lately)