COMBAT B

[gamemakers]

Who| Combat B
What| Alien attack
Where| The neighborhood under attack.
Warnings/Notes| Please post any warning in your threads subject header when they become applicable. Please shot any questions/concerns to mod through PM. Here is the plotting post for reference.

This group is sent into the neighborhood directly from the training center.

The neighborhood, like many in the Capitol, is comprised up tightly packed town house like residential buildings, as well as smatterings of boutique like stores gathered around large intersections. All of them have been entirely cleared out, except for the stray animal here and there.

The aliens here are full grown adults, and they are viciously (do they do it any other way?) defending the queen and her nest.

Comments

TEAM 7

[gamemakers]

okay now I know what a strip mall is...

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian looked around at the others in his group before checking his gun for what must have been the tenth time in the last five minutes.

He couldn't remember the last time he had been so nervous. Then again he had never been out to fight actual aliens before.

He couldn't believe this was actually happening. He looked at his group, only one who he could say with any certainty that he actually knew and gave a nod, looking serious. Wondering if any of them would be coming back.

Might as well get this over with though.

Re: okay now I know what a strip mall is...

[the_marshal]

There was a din of voices, squeaking at him from the strange headset the Capitol had given them. Frowning, Wyatt rubbed at one ear and glanced around at the others.

"Are we gonna hear them like this the whole time?" he asked, raising an uncertain eyebrow.

It wasn't that he couldn't see the plus in it - being able to keep track of friends and loved ones far across the battlefield - but he could already tell how distracting it was going to be. How were they supposed to concentrate in the heat of a fight amongst all the chatter?

Would they even be able to pick the important voices out?

slips in

[xanthous]

"If it botherth you, take it out."

The voice comes from slightly above him. The Psiioniic has wasted no time at all to test his limits, and even if he's not nearly as powerful as he should be, he's still more powerful than the humans he's been stuck with. He's perched in the air, surrounded in a glow that flickers between blue and red, and it seems like blue and red sparks have taken up permanent residence between his horns.

He stretches, bobbing in the air briefly. "I'm not thure how much help they'll be from tho far away."

[futilecycle]

Sigma heard this remark over the very same network, and it was met with a private line to his group and a disapproving sigh.

"I would recommend you did not," he chided gently. "I have not had the chance to speak with all of you, but as Ian can attest, I have a skill I can only provide if you keep your headset in your ears, please and thank you."

There was more of a gruff husk to Sigma's voice than usual, and he seemed to clear his throat more often than necessary. "The unnecessary chatter should cease once we get underway. You will have to adjust, Mr. Earp."

[the_marshal]

There was a long exhale, Wyatt glancing back over his shoulder at his strange floating teammate and then over at Ian as his mouth thinned.

But his hand fell away from his ear - and the headset, leaving it in place as he was told.

"Fine, Doc." He shifted the weight of the rifle in his arms, the gun strangely compact and heavy compared to what his memory told him a one should be. "As it seems we got some time on our hands, how's 'bout ya fill the rest of us in?"

If they were going to play this game, best make sure they were all using the same deck.

[wantwhatiwant]

"He can read the future, some kind of fucking psycic ability." Ian muttered not caring that Sigma could hear him, he had promised to follow orders, not to be nice about it.

He stared at the gun he was holding, "He's right though, communication is key, not just to talk to those with the information but also each other if we get seperated."

[xanthous]

"I didn't know humanth could be thychic." He really didn't, but that isn't all that surprising considering just how little effort he puts into understanding the species and talking with his other tributes. He casts a glance over at Ian, shrugging his bony shoulders. "And if we get theperated, our priority would thtill remain the thame, wouldn't it? Kill the alienth and try not to de in some horrible, bloody failure of a death?"

(He wants to ask what a "doc" is, but he knows well enough that this isn't the time or place to be asking about linguistics or whatever.)

[iflipmyhair]

"Intel to team 7."

Suddenly, the voice on the radio crackles to life. It is decidedly not Sigma, in any way, shape of form.

"I would suspect your priority would remain the same, regardless of team numbers. But you would stand a better chance not separating. Alone, you would have absolutely no chance. Over."

[the_marshal]

Wyatt blinked at the strange new voice - someone else he hadn't met - then, with a helpless sort of head shake, he sighed and said, "Lady's got a point. Deck's already stacked against us, best not to give up the only advantage we got."

He glanced across at the empty buildings around them, windows like eyes, watching as they made their way along the street, then back at his teammates.

"Let's try to keep close, huh?"

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian knew the second voice, Homura. He nodded at the others, "Priorities the same, chances of success aren't. Sticking together is for the best." He followed Wyatt, glancing at Psiioniic, they had only spoken once and he didn't think much of the troll. But they were teammates, they had to work together.

[victorysass]

"Together it is then." Adelaide adjusted the flamethrower pack on her back, shifting the weight from one shoulder to the other. It honestly didn't matter terribly to her whether they stuck together or not- she had fire on her side and she worked better alone. But she was savvy enough to agree that being in a group was safer than going it alone.

"Now that that's agreed upon, we need a strategy."