| Not Out of the Woods - Ground |
| Summary: | The Cylons break the long quiet of Cerberus' stay over Aerilon. |
| Date: | 14 November 2041 AE |
| Related Logs: | Not Out of the Woods - Air Wing |
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| Ewe Aerilon |
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| The colonial base camp on Isle of Langley, Aerilon |
| Post-Holocaust Day: #261 |
[TAC1] "Gravel" Pewter says, "Ewe Aerilon, Cerberus Actual. We got company. DRADIS shows twenty bandits, inbound. Begin evac. Say again, get your asses home, vacation's over."
Constin ticks his eyes more narrow at Davis' pleased chatter. "There ain't been a case of sabotage on the boat since six July. Not an engagement since sixteen July-" Then, the sqwaking from the wireless unit cuts him off, and the big sergeant glares at Davis, as if the report is her fault. Abruptly, the big man looks aside to Vandenberg and Lunair, and draws a great big lungful of air.
There's a visible tightening to Chris' face upon hearing the announcement from Cerberus' CO, his face growing as pale as it is taut. "Frakkers!" Gritting his teeth, he unshoulders his weapon and gets to his feet in what is almost one fluid motion, the amount of practice he got doing this showing through. "
Natalie shrugs gently. "Low to non-existant as far as I know. I don't think we've seen any activity on Aerilon since.." The Lieutenant looks to Crowe and Richards. "Since what? Third week of July? Maybe second week?" She takes another drag of the cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air over her head. "Everything we've see-" The Lieutenant stops and stands up quickly off the pallet. "Oh shit." Her face goes white as the earbud squaks into her ear. She taps it for a quick reply before looking around. Her eyes become hard and she turns a hand in the air over her head. "Cylons!! Everybody drop what you are doing and evacuate!! NOW!!" The woman drops her arm and slings her armor back on, scooping up the rifle. "Sergeants, get your fireteams and deploy for a collapse back to this landing pad! Standard permimeter! Move!"
A slow wind-down of the Ewe Aerilon camp has been in the works for about a few days at least, non-essential equipment and supplies being gradually loaded up and carried back up the fleet. Still, there are crates and pallets and barrels of medical equipment, food, and booze still here, along with some of the last survivors to be rescued, and of course Cerberus personnel. The two raptors always present at the base sit in the middle of the 'air field' their skeleton crews somewhere in the general area… and now coming out of the woodwork, sprinting for their birds.
[Into the Wireless] Vandenberg says, "Cerberus Actual, Dog Actual: We copy! We're beginning evac procedures now! All teams, expedite return from patrols!"
There's a visible tightening to Chris' face upon hearing the announcement from Cerberus' CO, his face growing as pale as it is taut. "Frakkers!" Gritting his teeth, he unshoulders his weapon and gets to his feet in what is almost one fluid motion, the amount of practice he got doing this showing through. "Move," he says while rushing to get into position, taking to a knee while thumbing his weapon's safety off, not having to be told by his CO twice.
Constin answers Vandenberg's curt orders to secure the perimeter with a short nod and bellowed, "Switch to Ay-Pee munitions!" following his own advice, and making a point of fastening up the loosed flak jacket. "MOVE MOVE MOVE!" he adds, to hurry the Evac order along.
So much for the party. The wireless comes to life and Crowe grunts once, looking over towards Vandenberg, nodding immediately as he pulls his top back on and runs over towards the crates, snatching up his body armor and slinging it on with all the expertise of a veteran Soldier. His helmet is put on after that and he snatches up his rifle while using his biggest, baddest, drill instructor voice, "Alright people, you heard em, let's move the frak out, now! Squads one and two, get me a perimeter, three and four, start getting overyone loaded up, double time!"
<FS3> Constin rolls Alertness: Bad Failure.
<FS3> Vandenberg rolls Alertness: Great Success.
<FS3> Crowe rolls Alertness: Good Success.
<FS3> Lunair rolls Alertness: Success.
<FS3> Davis rolls Alertness: Terrible Failure.
<FS3> Cameron rolls Alertness: Success.
He doesn't mind the fact that she doesn't reply to his response, as clearly Cameron arrived mid-conversation. But his eyes widen as suddenly, and without warning, everything changes. At first it just seems impossible, his eyes raking all around them before he realizes that she doesn't mean there are Cylon's on the ground, but most likely that they've arrived above the Cerberus. Which means if they don't get back, and get back fast, they may never get back at all. He doesn't know what to do, but he can follow the rest, and he does.
Davis listens to the Marines as they speak. She nods rhythmically, committing the comments and more importantly to her the tones and inflections to memory. There's a moment where everyone looks quite constipated, followed by a sudden flurry of action. Not wearing any comm gear, the Ensign just turns slowly around, watching the Marines scamper. "Very funny," she sighs, arms folded over her chest. "I'm just trying to help you people out, you know," she states, her voice drowned out by the shouting. "There's no need for this."
Lunair smiles at Davis, thoughh her smile fades at the announcement. Her face pales and she quietly sinks into business mode. She moves, shifting ammunition as she goes. She's sympathetic towards Davis for a moment. But distracted as she starts to follow orders for the moment. Then a pause. And she reaches for Davis.
Vandenberg tugs at Cameron's arm. "Relax, Doc. They jumped the Vipers. We should be okay here on the ground." She keeps her tone firm but in control and commanding. "What I need from you is to ensure that we have everyone getting on these Raptors safely. Be calm but hustle some ass. We may need to jump to catch up with the fleet.." Her voice fades as she hears something. Her neck cranes back as she lifts the helmet and watches something head off towards the far side of the small base of operations. "Uh, okay, that changes things. I need you to hustle and dispense with lighting a fire under some ass, Doctor." There's no hint to what she is speaking to until she drops to a knee and cues her radio one more time.
[Into the Wireless] Vandenberg says, "Dog Actual to all on this frequency: One Cylon Heavy Raider landing north-northeast of the main camp. Unloading Centurions. All teams deploy accordingly. Dog platoon provide covering fire for Charlie. Possible humanoid piloting the Heavy."
Crowe watches as the squad members start moving off in the areas specified, and in so doing he sees something. "El-Tee, incoming hostiles!" He moves towards the camp perimeter now, "Firing teams, get cover, firing lines for northern camp boundary, move it!" He moves for cover behind a set of crates, "We need to lay down cover for the evacuation, you don't leave your firing position until everyones off safe or you are ordered to!" Crowe doesn't seem to be doing a lot of waiting for orders right now, though he doesn't order weapons free at least.
"Sweet Athena," Cameron breathes under his breath as a sideways glance brings into a view an unfamiliar ship, what must be a Cylon ship, landing just beyond the perimeter of the camp, blinking as he sees motion, sees… Cylons. His head swivels abruptly toward Van as she tries to keep him calm, tries to reassure him. Too late! His heart is already pumping a mile a minute, his system flooded with adrenaline. Ironically he remembers what she told him during firearms training. How one loses fine motor control during combat. Shit. Shitshitshit. But when she gives him a command, he sharpens, nodding as he takes a breath and focuses on her words. "Right," he returns… until the orders change, but he simply nods and offers her a crooked grin smile that is trying not to look utterly panicked. "Yes, sir. Lighting ass fire now, sir!"
This is too familiar. Too frakking familiar. It's not exactly the same situationa as it was when Richards wound up seperated from the others several months ago but there is still a sense of familiarity to that day that has ice knotting in his belly. His weapon is brought to shoulder and he looks down the sights, trying to get a sense of what is out there while the evac is began.
Constin can't see a damned thing in the light of a terrestrial afternoon, but the MaA follows the instructions of the platoon's ranking sergeant as Crowe barks out orders to his team. Settling into the northern firing line alongside the others, he double checks the AP loaded magazine set into his rifle before sighting down the barrel's line.
The catch of fingers on her sleeve gets Davis' attention. Another Marine, coming from nowhere, suddenly joining in on a prank? That's unlikely enough to get the woman to reassess her situation. "Well," she states, "shit." She twists to reach into her handbag and digs out the little Picon pistol within. By the time it's out and she's double-checked the toggles and safeties, the Ensign finds herself squatted down with her back against a crate, trying to stifle a shiver.
"Doc." Vandenberg looks up at him and gives him a slow nod. She's still calm and forceful. "People see you being calm and not panicking, they will follow suit. Keep that in mind." She tilts her head towards the people flailing towards Raptors before getting back on the radio. She makes the quick announcement before changing the magazine in her rifle and jogging off towards Crowe. "Let's set it up. Keep with the men. I may be moving around." The officers's eyes narrow in the direction of the landing. She takes a knee behind a tree.
[Into the Wireless] Vandenberg says, "All units, Dog Actual: Unless you see a white flag waving, you are weapons free as soon as they open fire. Good hunting and straight shooting, Marines. Dog, out."
"There's a heavy raider landing nearby. Looks like it's unloading," Lunair points out. She grunts softly, shifting ammunition to Armor Piercing. She looks almost comical half hunched as she scoots to get herself and Davis under cover near a tree. "Here," She points them out and ducks. She's looking after any stragglers, purple eyes filled with worry. But behind a tree near Vandenberg and preparing to take potshots at the offending Centurions.
Turning to Vandenberg, Cameron nods and replies. "I can do that. I'm good at at least looking calm, even if I'm not." His hand reaches out, grips her arm as he studies her face for an unspoken moment. 'Don't get killed' is what his eyes are saying, but he knows that he can't actually say that. Risking her life is her job. Rising up he moves away from her and heads toward the encampment with all speed. Cameron is not a shouter. Normally he tends to speak calmly and softly, part of the whole doctor persona. But apparently that doesn't mean the man doesn't have a pair of lungs on him, or that he can't be commanding in tone when it's called for it. "Alright," he shouts at the top of his lungs. "All non-military and unarmed personnel head for the waiting Raptors NOW! MOVE IT, MOVE IT, MOVE IT!!"
And here they come, marching in their characteristic formation — 4 at a time, spread in a line to maximize the area they can sweep with machine gun fire. Chrome glints in the afternoon sun, so bright they're both impossible to miss and difficult to look at, at the same time. The noise of their approach gets louder and louder, an unmistakeable sound even if you haven't heard it for months, or ever, and before you know it, the first rank of Centurions is in range, opening fire on the marine line.
Constin is planted upright on one knee, rifle butt braced against his shoulder as a thumb flicks the fire control to full automatic. The MaA isn't benefitting from the cover as much as are most others, but such is the tradeoff for a wider field of fire. A slow breath drawn in the through the nose as he takes aim.
<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Vandenberg fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Vandenberg attacks Centurion1 with Rifle Ap - Light wound to Abdomen.
<COMBAT> Vandenberg attacks Centurion1 with Rifle Ap - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Vandenberg attacks Centurion1 with Rifle Ap but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Davis passes.
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion3 with Rifle - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Crowe fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Crowe attacks Centurion4 with Rifle Ap - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Crowe attacks Centurion4 with Rifle Ap but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Crowe attacks Centurion4 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod - Moderate wound to Right Hand.
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Lunair with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Lunair with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Lunair with LMG Tripod - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Davis with LMG Tripod but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Davis with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion1 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Centurion1 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion1 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod - Light wound to Neck (Reduced by Cover) (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Centurion1 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion1 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion1 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion1 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion1 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion1 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Constin fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion4 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion4 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion2 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion2 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion1 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Lunair with LMG Tripod - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Lunair with LMG Tripod - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Lunair with LMG Tripod - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod - Light wound to Right Hand.
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Cameron with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Cameron with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cameron passes.
<COMBAT> Lunair fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Lunair attacks Centurion2 with Rifle AP but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Lunair attacks Centurion2 with Rifle AP but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Lunair attacks Centurion2 with Rifle AP but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Volans has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Richards has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Richards spends a luck point to keep fighting!
Completely out of her element, the Intel officer follows the spritely Marine's lead. "Oh… alright," Davis states in a daze, ducking back behind the tree once she gets the gist of what Lunair's pointing out to her. The doctor's call for non-military and unarmed people causes her to frown and frown again while looking down at her pistol. "I feel unarmed," she mumbles to herself. Looking up at the lady Marine she takes note of her flak jacket, but the comment of "underdressed too," is drowned out by the rattle of the Marine's burst followed by a cacophony of sharp axe-blow cracks as the tree absorbs several rounds. A decidedly different noise catches her attention: It's a heavy, slightly wet thump reminiscent of a cleaver separating meat from bone.
Constin sprays a long burst across the line of oncoming Centurions, the process spoiled only slightly by the four bullets that slam into him. Armor absorbs the worst of it, but teeth are gritted, pained growls bubble up and a light splatter of blood flies from his hand to whoever had been taking cover to his right.
As the Cylons open up, the tree starts exploding around Vandenberg as two Centurions blast away at her and others. One of the rounds ricochets off an overhanging branch and swipes across her neck. She winces with it, cursing before retaking aim and firing again. Her rounds plink off hopelessly for the most part but one manages to find home. She slides out further from the destroyed tree to move towards Richards, firing as she moves.
A few shots ping off the centurions as they advance, bullets nicking off armor, maybe leaving a dent, possibly a puncture in one… but nothing that seems to so much as slow the approaching ranks. More glance off cover and lodge in flesh or bounce off armor, and plenty more bullets follow, the sound of machine gun fire continuous.
He does know enough, at least, to take cover whenever he possibly can, running fast rather than erratically when he's in the open, since hails of bullets don't require careful aim. Grabbing various people as he goes, Cameron urges them on, but hangs back slightly, eyes narrowed and focused as he searches for anyone trapped, anyone wounded. Thank the Gods he never goes anywhere without his medkit. Back and forth he runs, urging people toward the ships, onto the ships, before darting back in seach of others hiding or frozen with fear. Fortunately, if such a word can be used, it seems that the Cylons are focusing their attack on the Marines, rather than the helpless civilians and ground crew.
Richards takes aim at one but winds up getting shot just as he depresses the trigger, his own shot missing as his hand is hit by Centurion fire, his weapon made to jerk. If he missed or not is left to guess for him as he's too busy finding himself suddenly dizzy from pain.
Crowe seems to have found a good spot in terms of his choice of cover. Despite the vast array of ammunition hurling towards him, the Marine manages to not get shot. He fires off a burst round at one of the Centurians, managing to hit it once, though it's armor absorbs the blow. Moving out from his cover for his next burst, Crowe calls out, "Concentrate your fire!"
Poor Lunair. At least it wasn't the face this time? "Watch out," She offers, somewhat relieved not to see any stragglers. Lunair doesn't scream - bearing far too honed for that, and she'd rather not panic the civilians - but she does grunt and take a moment, knocked onto her backside. Davis might catch some droplets of Lunair juice - er, blood, in passing. But the JiG is too stubborn to give up now. She's not wounded enough for a doctor anyway. She gasps and takes a deep breath, standing again.
<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Crowe fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Crowe attacks Centurion4 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Abdomen.
<COMBAT> Crowe attacks Centurion4 with Rifle Ap - Light wound to Left Arm.
<COMBAT> Crowe attacks Centurion4 with Rifle Ap - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Constin fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion4 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion4 with Rifle Ap - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion2 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion2 with Rifle Ap - Light wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion1 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Constin's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> Centurion4 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Lunair with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Lunair with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Lunair with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Lunair with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Lunair with LMG Tripod - Light wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Lunair with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Davis with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Davis with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion1 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Abdomen.
<COMBAT> Lunair fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Lunair attacks Centurion2 with Rifle AP - Light wound to Abdomen.
<COMBAT> Lunair attacks Centurion2 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Lunair attacks Centurion2 with Rifle AP - Serious wound to Abdomen.
<COMBAT> Davis passes.
<COMBAT> Centurion1 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Centurion1 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod - Light wound to Left Leg.
<COMBAT> Centurion1 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Centurion1 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Centurion1 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion1 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion1 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion1 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion1 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion1 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Cameron with LMG Tripod - Light wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Cameron with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Cameron with LMG Tripod but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Cameron with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Vandenberg fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Vandenberg attacks Centurion1 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Vandenberg attacks Centurion1 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Abdomen.
<COMBAT> Vandenberg attacks Centurion1 with Rifle Ap but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cameron passes.
<COMBAT> Volans has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Cameron has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Centurion1 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Cameron spends a luck point to keep fighting!
Constin catches a fourth bullet in the course of unloading the remainder of his clip, before the bloodied sergeant- still with teeth gritted and wordless snarls passing his composure, ducks behind the crates to feed a fresh clip into his weapon. A short look aside to Davis as he notes the Intel officer. "Another day at the office, sir," he mutters through tight teeth.
Vandenberg prattles off another burst as she moves towards Richards to ensure he's still firing. She kneels at his position and fires off her burst into a Centurion, the combined fire from her and Richards taking it down. But the sprayed fire at her manages to catch her. One round pounds into her chest and causes her to falter a touch while another skips off the ground and cuts a small but out of her leg. The chest wound seems to bother her more even if her leg is bleeding a little, now. She glances behind her to check on the civilians and then back out. "Pour it on, Sergeant! Let's get some canner ass for Neath!" The Marine Lieutenant has gone from coldly calm and devoutly pissed-off at the attacking Cylons in a matter of seconds.
"Holy crap!" That's Richard's angry exclamation, his anger used to over-ride the pain he's feeling. His own hit has not even sunk in as he's working on aiming at not one but two targets at once as much as anyone who is about to make with the good old fashioned spray-n-pray method. Hopefully this will work in his favor.
He's just finishing hastily tying off a bullet wound to one of the ground crew, stanching the bleeding quickly with Bloodstopper before tying it off and sending her on her way toward the nearest Raptor. As a result, it's with some shock that he feels the bullet impact with his chest, the surpise, more than the bullet, knocking Cameron to the ground, his head whirling. It takes him a moment to come back to himself, one hand reaching up to touch the wound. He's bleeding, that much is certain, but he has no idea how badly he was hit. It doesn't feel like it went through, but it also doesn't feel lodged in place. A graze? Lifting the Bloodstopper he was just using, Cameron pours some over the injury before carefully sitting up and trying to guage how badly he was hit. But a cry of pain distracts him as he sees another crew membering trying to hustle a civilian toward the ship, get hit in the leg. He's back on his feet, pack over his good shoulder, running toward the officer without a moment's hesitation.
Oddly enough, Crowe has still managed to go without getting hit, bullets whiz by him, but his years of combat experience has given him quite good reflexes, allowing him to move in and out of cover as he takes his burst shots, bullets slamming into the fourth Centurion once more, though the Centurion is still on the move. He doesn't move his line of sight off of the Centurion, though he does call out orders, "Teams one and four, left flank, Team three, fall back to secondary firing postion, I want cover on the evacuee's!" And once more he prepares to fire a burst round at the Centurion he's been targetting the whole time.
Oomph. Poor Lunair. But it's STILL not in the face. She'll take what she can get, latching onto consciousness like a determined, dying dog. She looks duly irritated as the civilians and crew are pelted with bullets. She manages to pay back as good as she gets though. She looks to Davis, taking a moment to regain her breath and stop reeling from the pain. She's at least grateful to no longer be in charge. "Y-you can fire if you want just be careful!" She warns and returns to pestering Cylons.
Wide-eyed and slack-jawed, Davis stares at Lunair as the woman is shot, gets back up and is shot down again. Teeth dig into her lower lip in equal measures of anger terror. Her hands clench in white-knuckled terror, but what makes her turn and fire is not the simple unfamiliarity with the situation. No, she knows she's armed; that's what causes such a wave of guilt to flow through her that her ship-bleached skin goes even more pale. With gasp she reaches around the tree, glancing just long enough to find a Cylon and shriek, "STOP SHOOTING HER!!"
One of the centurions goes down, bullets plowing through even that thick armor enough that it short-circuits and tumbles to the ground. A second reels briefly as it is peppered with fire, but keeps coming, along with the others. The first rank holds for the moment, though diminished, the second still remaining hidden behind, but surely following.
<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Centurion4 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Lunair with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Lunair with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Lunair with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cameron passes.
<COMBAT> Richards fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion2 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion2 with Rifle Ap - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion2 with Rifle Ap - Serious wound to Abdomen.
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion2 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion2 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Crowe fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Crowe attacks Centurion4 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Crowe attacks Centurion4 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Crowe attacks Centurion4 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Constin reloads.
<COMBAT> Centurion2 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Lunair with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Lunair with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Lunair with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Davis with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion2 attacks Davis with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Vandenberg attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Davis attacks Centurion2 with Pistol and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Cameron with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Cameron with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Lunair fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Lunair attacks Centurion2 with Rifle AP - Moderate wound to Right Hand.
<COMBAT> Lunair attacks Centurion2 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Lunair attacks Centurion2 with Rifle AP - Light wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Volans has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Centurion2 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Centurion4 has been KO'd!
Down two more go, into piles of not-so-shiny metal that send up little clouds of dust and sparks as they land in the Aerilonian grass. There is a clank and crunch and then the line shifts, three more Centurions shifting up to fill out the front line, with not a care at all for the fallen…comrades? Colleagues? they step past (and on) as they continue to advance toward the human line.
Lieutenant Vandenberg takes careful aim through the gunfire and pops off a single round at the head of an approaching Centurion, only to have it miss. "Wonderful. Frak this," she growls over the banging of guns and popping of passing rounds. She flips the selector back to burst and aims once more. "Charlie Platoon! Lay down automatic weapons fire! Redeploy your machine guns left and hose them down! Dog Platoon, keep it up!!"
Constin steals a brief glance over the barricade at the oncoming Cylon ranks, before trying to control the amount of blood which is leaking out of him- focusing on his ruined right hand. Hard as hell to aim when you have no gun stability. "come on, come on, come on.." he mutters to himself.
His chest is burning, but Cameron realizes that he's still breathing relatively normally. Not a sucking chest wound. So the bullet didn't puncture a lung. That's good. And then all thoughts of his condition disappear as he drops down to the ground to check the felled crewman. It's a clean shot, through and through. Bullets fly overhead as Cameron seals it, wraps it and then forces the man up onto his one good leg, slipping an arm around his back and urging him to lean on Cameron as he half-assists, half drags the man to safety.
Richards looks to the side just as a few more of his comrades takes hits, that getting to him, flustering him for a moment. Growling, he gets the last tinner in his sights and just lets loose, making sure that last Cylon goes down. That's the plan, at least.
Between Crowe's constant burst fire, and Constin's autofire, that fourth Centurion is riddled with holes and falls to the ground in a heap of metal, leaving only one from the original squad, "Take that you mother frakker!!" he shouts out and then he calls out to the rest of the firing teams, "Concentrate fire on that remaining Centurion before it's backup gets here!"
It's pretty callous to stomp on one's own compadres. Lunair smiles weakly at Davis. She is in considerable pain, chest and stomach aching. She doesn't seem as worried as Constin, giving herself a moment. Best NOT to think about how much of her has spilled onto the earth and tree. She keeps returning fire, almost as mindless as the automatons she's fighting. Or so she'd think.
Just doing something, it turns out, relieves a lot of the tension and remorse from Davis' conscience. She doesn't really know what happened, and can't tell one Centurion from another, but the reservist sure feels better about things. For example, this time when the tree batters her shoulders from bullet hits, instead of just taking it she can squeeze the trigger in the vague direction of another glinting toaster.
At least one of the Raptors has lifted off the ground, filled with ground crew and civilians. The rest seem out of the field of fire, which means that Cameron has the luxury to turn around and see the devestation behind him. He can tell that they've taken hits and after a quick glance around to make sure he's done everything Vandenberg asked him to, he starts to weave his way back toward the firing Marines, to see what assistance he can offer.
[Into the Wireless] There is heavy automatic weapons fire in the background when Vandenberg responds: "Cerberus, Dog Actual! We've got one Raptor off the dirt and loading the second! We're taking heavy fire but holding position for now, over!"
<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Centurion3 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod - Moderate wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Vandenberg fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Vandenberg attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Vandenberg attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Vandenberg attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Davis attacks Centurion3 with Pistol - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Crowe fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Crowe attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Crowe attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Crowe attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion5 passes.
<COMBAT> Cameron passes.
<COMBAT> Richards fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> Centurion7 passes.
<COMBAT> Centurion6 passes.
<COMBAT> Constin treats Constin:
< Right_Hand (Moderate): successful
< Chest (Moderate): successful
< Abdomen (Moderate): unsuccessful
< Chest (Moderate): successful
<COMBAT> Lunair attacks Centurion3 with Rifle AP but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Volans has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
Vandenberg finishes her radio call and squeezes off anotehr burst. The rounds go wide and she gets herself into a more solid kneel and leans forward on the rifle, flicking the selector to single shot. She stares at the Centurions chest and bangs out another round.
Richards staggers and then falls to his knees when the bullet clips his neck, spraying his shoulder in a mist of red that thankfully can't be seen due to the black of his fatigues. At least he manages to fall in a position which allows for easy curling in upon himself, giving a smaller target for the enemy while he reloads his weapon.
As the hail of gunfire continues, Crowe fires off another three round burst at the final Centurion, only one bullet landing, and even then it's absorbed. He growls a bit, "Watch out for reinforcements, Team 2, right flank. How we doin on evac, Doc?!" Crowe calls out over his shoulder. While he's yet to get shot, something he anticipates changing any moment, he takes a quick moment to assess who has been shot before moving completely out of cover and perhaps quite directly into line of sight while taking aim at the Centurions head. Better he get shot than the wounded get shot more?
Continuing the trend, Davis peeks out around the tree just quick enough to more or less line up her muzzle in front of a clanker and start to squeeze the trigger. "Hey Marine!" she calls out over her shoulder, glancing at Lunair as she draws back into cover the moment her sidearm barks. "You don't look so good," the Ensign states and flails a hand at her kit. "Which one's the aid kit?"
[Into the Wireless] Vandenberg says, "All Units, Dog Actual! Begin collapsing back to the landing zone! Dog, Second and Third Squads take the lead, everyone else provide covering fire and leapfrog it back!"
Arriving behind the Marine's, amazingly enough unscathed for his efforts, it doesn't take long for him to determine which individual is in the most need of his assistance. Crouching next to Lunair, Cameron rumbles, "Hang on…. I got ya…." That is, if the woman will actually let Cameron treat her rather than continue firing.
Richards croaks into his coms, his voice quivering some when he talks.
Constin grits out the words, "Do or Die, boys and girls," with a tight determined grin tugging at his scowl as he rises from the dubious cover of the crates to bring his weapon back on target, firing off a long burst at the newly arriving Centurions.
[Into the Wireless] Richards says, "Dog Actual, Dog-One Actual. I'll try to cover everyone as much as I can while falling back."
Once the empty magazine is slipped out and the full one's slapped into place Richards gets up and begins to stagger back, his weapon held at the ready. The pace he moves in is as fast as he can move. Thankfully he's not bleeding so much that he is in danger of passing out but that can change at any time, seeing as how everything's unfolding.
Tit for Tat. Lunair simply adds her steel and lead to the chorus of fire. She takes a deep breath and looks to Cameron. "I'm okay, jus t- a little more. Stay behind the tree," She offers, her voice a little hoarse. "Stay with Davis, she's a good person."
<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Lunair fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Lunair attacks Centurion3 with Rifle AP but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Lunair attacks Centurion3 with Rifle AP but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Lunair attacks Centurion3 with Rifle AP but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Davis attacks Centurion3 with Pistol - ARMOR on Right Leg stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Crowe attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Constin fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion7 with Rifle Ap - Light wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion7 with Rifle Ap - Light wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion7 with Rifle Ap but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion7 with Rifle Ap - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion7 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion5 with Rifle Ap - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion5 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion5 with Rifle Ap - Light wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Centurion7 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Centurion7 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion7 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Centurion7 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion7 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion7 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion7 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion7 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion7 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Vandenberg attacks Centurion3 with Rifle Ap - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Richards reloads.
<COMBAT> Centurion6 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Centurion6 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion6 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod - Moderate wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Centurion6 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion6 attacks Cameron with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion6 attacks Cameron with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion6 attacks Cameron with LMG Tripod - Moderate wound to Right Arm.
<COMBAT> Centurion6 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion6 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion5 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Centurion5 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Centurion5 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod - Moderate wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Centurion5 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion5 attacks Lunair with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion5 attacks Lunair with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion5 attacks Lunair with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion5 attacks Davis with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion5 attacks Davis with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cameron passes.
<COMBAT> Volans has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Centurion3 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Centurion5 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Centurion7 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Constin has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Constin spends a luck point to keep fighting!
With Lunair determined to fight rather than let him help her, Cameron is forced to take cover back with Davis per her instruction, teeth grinding in frustration as he glances at the woman in question and grunts, "Hey, Cameron. Nice to meetcha…." his tone indicating that the conditions of said meeting are less than agreeable.
Constin had said 'Do or Die' before rejoining the gunfight, and the big Master at Arms seems intent on doing one or both of the above. Taking two more hits to the gut and a bloody but non critical graze to his neck, he seems intent on spending the second half of his clip before seeking cover again.
Standing out, stupidly, in direct line of fire, Crowe takes one well aimed shot at that last Centurion from the previous group, the bullet slamming through the neck circuitry, sending it to the ground in a heaping mess. Unfortunately he's unlucky enough to have a bullet slam into his helmet, sending him to the ground for a moment. To an observer, it could even look as though he'd been killed for a moment, but the Marine is back on his feet quickly enough and is once again firing on the remaining Centurions.
"Ensign Hathor, likewise," Davis calls out above the din of gunfire, reaching out to shake Cameron's hand. There's a bit of lefty-righty hand-jive before she grabs the pistol byt he slide with her left and squeezes his hand with the right. "This reminds me of a Clangbanger concert at the Picon Gardens back in thirty-eight!" The woman winces in surprise, shoving the little sidearm back in her right and sucking on a slightly burnt pinky. Hot muzzle.
"I'm okay," Lunair promises quietly. She at least, seems to be being ignored by the cylons and is content to fire at them as best as she can. "Are you alright?" She quirks a brow at Davis, worried. There's a cough.
<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Centurion6 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Centurion6 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Centurion6 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod - Moderate wound to Right Arm.
<COMBAT> Centurion6 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Centurion6 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion6 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion6 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion6 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion6 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Davis passes.
<COMBAT> Crowe fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Crowe attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Crowe attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Crowe attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Crowe attacks Centurion8 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Crowe attacks Centurion8 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Crowe attacks Centurion8 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Crowe's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> Constin fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap - Serious wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Abdomen.
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion8 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion8 with Rifle Ap - Light wound to Left Arm.
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion8 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Centurion8 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Centurion8 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Centurion8 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion8 attacks Crowe with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion8 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion8 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion8 attacks Richards with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion8 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion8 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Vandenberg fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Vandenberg attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap - Light wound to Right Arm.
<COMBAT> Vandenberg attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Vandenberg attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Vandenberg attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Vandenberg attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Vandenberg attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Vandenberg attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Vandenberg attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Vandenberg attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Vandenberg's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> Richards fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap - Light wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion6 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Lunair fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Lunair attacks Centurion6 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Lunair attacks Centurion6 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Lunair attacks Centurion6 with Rifle AP - Moderate wound to Abdomen.
<COMBAT> Cameron passes.
<COMBAT> Volans has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Centurion6 has been KO'd!
As the Centurions march ever closer, Constin has thrown ammo conservation to the winds (Intel officers take note for future reports!) keeping up his flow of fully automatic fire even as one of his targets crumbles into scrap. There is blood in his mouth, visible on bared teeth as the big marine fires and fires and fires some more.
After only having one round connect from an entire burst, Vandenberg rifle clicks empty and she dashes back to reload behind a pallet that is apprently being left behind. She whips her head around to watch the dispersal of her Marines quickly, taking notes of positions.
Sergeant Treeskull, blood flowing freely from the scalp lac he's incurred after getting shot in the head, is just about to open fire when he gets shot three times in a row by one of the Centurions, twice in the chest, and once in the right arm. Staggering back he still unleashes a hail of bullets at his targets, but the rifle clicks empty before he can manage to hit anything. He stumbles back behind a crate and takes cover to reload. "Frakkin tin cans…" he mutters under his breath.
Well, at least she has a gun! Shaking her hand quickly in return, he offers, "Well, least it brings back good memories for you!" It certainly doesn't for Cameron, but he gives her a rough smile before glancing over at the Marines and offering, "Okay, well, time for me to work. Never had a moving target for a patient before," quips the doctor before he's off, hitting Constin first this time as he seems to be seriously injured. Hades, they're all seriously injured. His lip forms a grim line as he works on the man in question as quickly as possible with what wounds are not hidden beneath the armor, clapping him lightly on the shoulder before moving to the next Marine in need…
"Just needed to catch my breath!" Davis yelps defensively, the muscle and veins in her neck standing out in sharp relief when she casts a tense, chagrinned grimace at Cameron. She leans her side against the tree, giving the wood an inadvertent reacharound as she throws some lead at the Cylons.
<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Crowe reloads.
<COMBAT> Constin fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion8 with Rifle Ap - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion8 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion8 with Rifle Ap but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion8 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion8 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion8 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion8 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion8 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Constin attacks Centurion8 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cameron treats Constin:
< Abdomen (Moderate): unsuccessful
< Neck (Moderate): unsuccessful
<COMBAT> Richards fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion8 with Rifle Ap - Serious wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion8 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Left Arm.
<COMBAT> Richards attacks Centurion8 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Davis attacks Centurion8 with Pistol - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Vandenberg reloads.
<COMBAT> Centurion8 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Centurion8 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion8 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion8 attacks Vandenberg with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion8 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion8 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion8 attacks Constin with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion8 attacks Cameron with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Centurion8 attacks Cameron with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Lunair fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Lunair attacks Centurion8 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Lunair attacks Centurion8 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Lunair attacks Centurion8 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Volans has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Centurion8 has been KO'd!
Constin empties the remaining clip of his GMAR, adding to the volume of Colonial firepower which mows down the eighth of their opponents. "This ain't my 'some day'," the Master at Arms mutters under his breath, loud enough only for those to either side and the doctor to hear. A pained grunt accompanies the ministrations of Cameron, to whom the Sergeant growls, "Obliged for that, but lets get gone." A look to Vandenberg, that takes in Lunair. "Sirs?"
With the final Centurion downed, Crowe moves back into firing position, having just reloaded his rifle. Blood flows freely from a nasty bullet hole in his right arm, and from two more minor grazes to the chest…Not to mention the blood that's now dripping off his chin from that head wound. How he managed to get shot that many times in about six seconds is still a mystery to him. "Everyone fall back to the last Raptor for evac in case they send out more reinforcements!" He however doesn't really move back so much yet, still standing watch over the northern sector of the perimeter.
The pallet behind Vandenberg absorbs all the fire, her head ducking insintually away from a particularly close round as she runs the action on the rifle to load a round. She pops back over the top just in time to see the last(?) Centurion go down. "That's it!" she bellows at the top of her lungs. "I want everyone in that last Raptor!! Wounded on first, everyone else on security!" Despite having to limp on her bloody leg and bleeding from the neck, the Lieutenant doesn't seem to be considering herself wounded. "C'mon people! Asses and elbows! WE - ARE - LEAVING!" She keeps the rifle shouldered as she scans the surrounding area, clicking her radio.
Down goes another centurion, heaps of chrome in various states of shot-to-hell littering the ground, two having lit small fires in the dry winter grass. There are never just eight in a heavy raider, but the other ranks are a ways off — maybe they didn't think the camp would be much of a threat? Or they just had something better to do, who knows. Either way, there is a definite opening, and now is the time for running.
[Into the Wireless] Vandenberg says, "Cerberus, Dog Actual! All enemies down. We are loading wounded and exfil'ing post haste! ETA to dust-off, two mikes. Dog, over."
Lunair looks amused briefly at Cameron though it turns to worry seeeing him move. She seems to be avoiding bullets for now, firing off as best as she can. "Annoying toasters," She hisses. She does cheer a little wheen Davis gets a shot off at the Cylon. "That's it!" She winces. Stupid lungs and ribs. Who needs those? She'll make sure no one comes after her and follow along. "I'm fine." She manages. She sighs softly. She's moving out though.
Ducking back behind the tree as soon as she's fired, Davis doesn't see the clanker go down. She does notice the stoccatto rhythms have been replaced by vocals, though. "I'm okay," the Ensign decides after patting herself down and only finding a few smears of blood on her pants, where the knee has pressed into Lunair-juice and dirt. "Guess I'm security?" she blinks, standing up and shuffling towards the raptor. Every few steps she sort of turns around, not even sure what she should be looking for.
Constin double-times his way as fast as a man with six fres holes in his hide can- which turns out to be about standard single-time speed. Letting his rifle hang as he hauls himself up- with a pained grunt onto the wing of the Raptor for boarding, he growls encouraging speed. "Quit your looking and MOVE, sir," he grits out to Davis.
Vandenberg gives Richards The Look. "Best got on that damned Raptor before I shoot you in the ass to justify it, Sergeant," she growls. The Marine Lieutenant keeps her scan up, kneeling at the ramp of the Raptor while people board, keeping her rifle aimed in the direction of where the Centurions came from. "Non-combats, too, Ensign. Get your tail on the bird." The officer intends to be the last one on, apparently.
Even while the Doc is trying to work on him, Crowe grunts, still oddly remaining in his position while he waits for EVERYONE to get loaded. Maybe he has brain damage? "I'm fine Doc. Get yer ass on that Raptor so we can get the frak off this rock." He tries to put up a good face, but he's clearly badly injured and sounds exceedingly drained at the moment. He's basically just working on sheer willpower and marine training.
Davis doesn't fight it one bit, taking Vandenberg's prompting as leave to all but turn tail and run. She does continue to look over her shoudlers, though, right up until she's on the bird.
Richards nods although he glares openly at Natalie, his expression displeased over her putting her well-being after his. He's the grunt, not her. "Yes, sir," he almost snarls out at her before stepping up onto the wing stub-slash-ramp, his hand pressed to his neck. Someone's going to feel that in the morning.
Lunair is less injured mercifully, but seems somewhat saddened she's … not quite as useful as usual. "We'll look later," She promises Davis. At what, it's hard to say. Then a headshake. "Don't stand here. They're coming." Fat lot of good security will do if there's enough toasters to satisfy a horde of students. She hustles with the others.
Cameron does something he never thought he would. He helps Crowe, offering his support. His frame may be slight and lean, but he's strong. "Yeah, yeah, after you, Sargeant," Cameron grouses back goodnaturedly, and once Crowe is there and being helped aboard he offers, "Take it easy, I'll be right back." And then the doctor runs back and slips a shoulder under one of Van's arms, noting, "Come on, Lieutenant. You need to clearly teach me how to shoot some more …."
Van is keeping her attention on the fallen Cylons in the field, rifle up. When Cam tries to grab her, she snarls and elbows him away. "I said get on the godsdamned Raptor, Doctor Adair! Frakking do it! NOW!" Angry Marine is Angry. She rises under her own power and limps back to the winglet, waiting for Cameron to get on before she will be up and on herself. That should be the last of them.
Inside, the Raptor pilot and ECO appear to have everything greenlit for take-off. "Marines!" the pilot shouts, ostensibly at Vandenberg and whoever else might still be outside, "Let's go! We're all green here, we've got a window and it's closing, get on or get left."
Lips peel back from his teeth as Cameron snarls back, "Together, Lieutenant!" and just to put a bigger bee in her bonnet, he doesn't board the Raptor until she's arrived there as well, staying only a few feet in front of her, determined to be within easy reaching distance should she falter. Who said only Marines can be hard-headed assholes?
The Raptor lifts off, speeding away from the camp with its passenger cargo. The cylons don't give chase, but as they exit the atmosphere it becomes clear that the base wasn't the only place the cylons have appeared. In orbit above the planet, raiders and vipers trade fire near the civilian freighter, while the Cerberus and the other naval ships provide a covering flak ring. KEW fire flashes as the Raptor skirts the edge of what's left of the battle, headed towards Cerberus her path guarded by the Air Wing, who are fending off the last few Raiders in range until the evacuation is complete.