thecapitol | COMBAT B

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He couldn't help but head count to himself, quietly, as they headed out of the training center and into the neighborhood. He didn't know any of them very well but they were his comrades and thus his responsibility, no matter how foreign and unnatural the weight of the gun in his arms was.

He hated the thing, with a deep loathing, but honour came first and he had to use what he had.

Plus he had stolen a knife and strapped it to his leg beneath the strange trousers they had forced him to wear. There was no way he was going into this completely unarmed.

As soon as they stepped out of the training center he ducked down, grasping some dirt from the ground and rubbing his palm, before glancing back at his teammates.

"Strength and Honour."

Karkat gives him an odd look. "Why the fuck did you rub dirt all over your fronds?"

He has a pair of sickles stolen from the training room strapped under his own trousers and has basically decided to shove his gun at the female human as soon as they saw an alien. A xenomorph alien. Not any other kind of alien because that was basically everyone here.

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Othar is in a remarkably cheerful mood for heading off into battle. He's whistling a jaunty tune and everything. "ONWARD!" he rumbles. "I expect all of you to do your capital proud!"

Callista watches him with her brow raised just slightly. To the nearest person she mutters, "Is he serious?"

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.

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?

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For all she's in her element, the gun weighs heavy in her hands and she's visibly awkward with it, keeping it lose in her hands like she can't stand to touch it.

"If I knew what they smelled like." She whispered to herself, giving her team a glance. Protection of them, then the alien, then whatever else might come their way.

"Stay together?"

"Like I said...it doesn't matter to me."

There Don was. He had the flamethrower and his gun, both issued by the Capitol, holstered but ready. He stared out towards the open, feeling not excitement or fear. Simply the expectation that something was going to die that night.

Gun. He had a gun. And he was going to use it. Just like that.

He didn't even realize - or care - anymore how lost he'd gotten, or how far he'd fallen. The rabbit hole didn't seem to have a rock bottom, after all.

"Just stay out of my way when we find one."

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They gave him a gun that he holds limply in his hands, like he's seconds away from forgetting he has it. R knows what guns are. He's seen all kinds kill zombies before - blow off their heads, sputter uselessly into their chests; some even big enough to saw them into black mist and body parts. This isn't big enough to be one of those guns.

He probably won't hit anything. R trudges along at the end of his group, one dragging step at a time, and eavesdropping on them, he had no idea if either of them were ace snipers here or anything. He assumes they'll actually hit something at least.

It takes him awhile to come up with an idea. As the resident Dead guy he feels like he's the one with least to lose here.

"Need...decoy? Bait?" R chimes up from the back where he'd been groaning quietly to himself until now. "I...can...go."

He was nervous. Scared. He almost felt like he did the day he was put into the tube and pushed up into the rainforest on that platform, the heat beating down on him as the sunlight of the tropical Arena bared down on him.

At least this time, he wasn't unarmed. He had a gun, sure, but he'd also gone into the Training Center to get a few other weapons as well. He wasn't exactly a gun expert. Not by any stretch of the imagination. And he wasn't exactly sure just pummeling the things with his bare hands was going to work too well. So it helped to be prepared in other ways.

So he looked at his teammates, frowning.

"...So let's get on with it."

Conner is watching him as well and he looks a little worried. Someone this happy to go into a fight...well, it wasn't like it was anything new but given the circumstances here, it was strange. Shaking his head he looked to the girl beside him and brought his shoulders up as well.

"I have no idea but I really hope not."

"Better grip," He answers easily, looking over at Karkat as they leave the training center behind them. In his ear, he can hear the incessant chatter over the comms.

"A habit, and respect. We are all dust, in the end."

AndrAIa has her gun holstered, though she keeps hefting it, getting a feel for it. She'd used guns before, in games- and that was the problem. The guns came with the reboot, and were perfectly suited for her, and came with knowledge of how to use them. These didn't. This gun wasn't an extension of whatever she'd rebooted into, and she was afraid she wouldn't be able to use hers when the time came.

She shakes her head slightly at the zombie's- R's? suggestion. "No, I think we should stay together for now. I am listening for any sounds, and we are alone."

"I think he is," she answered after a moment. She gave Connor a 'what have I gotten myself into' kind of look. It wasn't as if she had had a choice, after all, but still having some sort of humor in the face of danger was more her style. At least up until the fighting began.

"Just stay with the group. And we're all bait enough to be honest."

She at least tries to peer ahead into the darker spots, watching for sudden movements there. After a few quiet minutes, she looks over their little group for a moment and into the dark of buildings.

"Can anyone else see in the dark? I could go ahead into buildings to scout."

"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."

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 fact that they're supposed to be hunting in amongst buildings doesn't bother Nepeta much. The fact that they've been starting from the training center means that she's been able to make off with a set of claws that are least passingly similar to the clawgloves she'd usually worn. It won't be much if they aren't supposed to get too close to the other aliens, but it's better than nothing and she's going to count that as good thing.

They will, of course, still need to actually find what they're supposed to be hunting for but that isn't going to be particularly hard, or so she's hoping.

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.

"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."

"...No. I can't."

Don quietly stared into the blackness, his eyes narrowed as the moments went by. He was hardly someone who could go onto the spiritual plane - if he were, he'd be Master Splinter. Able to manipulate reality, able to find the aliens easily.

But what did spirituality count for here? Especially when they weren't the originals anyhow? He began to cock his the flamethrower, ready to go in after Disciple.

"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.)

R shrugged. Staying together it was. He could spend the time staggering after the group ogling AndrAIa's teal hair, he guessed.

"Can't. Only...smell..." R chimed up. And with these three, he was so busy smelling them and how not-human they're pinging his nose that he wasn't getting these...other things out there. R didn't seem to worried - when a can skittered yards away, he didn't start, just stared as if only vaguely interested.

He almost dropped his gun, the weapon hanging from his fingers.

"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."

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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?"

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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.

Even Red had garnered a hunting knife - something to stab in with. She'd have preferred a bow, but that would have been harder to sneak out of the armory. It was probably time she made use of her extra abilities now, anyway - at least so long as she was here, and had them.

Like the super hearing she was using to eavesdrop, before she walked up. "Let's not revert just yet."

There's a crackle of static in their comms before Joan's voice comes in, momentarily taking the place of the chatter of the open channel.

"Team 9, this is Joan Watson with Intel. You'll want to be careful going in there, I'm picking up a heat source moving around in...um...looks like the second floor. Near the rear of the building."

"Got it." Don's hand tightened around the flamethrower. "We're on our way. Over."

At this, he stared at Disciple.

"If you're going to scout out, we're going to be right behind you now."

"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."

"I'm inclined to agree." The voice, sharp but professional, came from over their communicators. "Team Five, am I coming in clearly?"

"I understand." Disciple nodded at Joan's voice and looked at Don, "I suppose. Just be careful."

She really wanted him to stick a few paces back but she'd deal with it. The door opened--trusting Capitolites she could thank and she slowly pushed the door open. Letting her eyes adjust in the doorway, she nodded back at the group and crept along the hallway. She tried to move as silently as possible, perhaps to make up for the three following her who were slightly less silent.

"I can track her progress," AndrAIa said after Disciple left, and without prompting, pressed one pointy ear to the door. As quiet as Disciple was, AndrAIa could still hear her and her footsteps. So she listened for any sign of them stopping, or of other noises.

"Very," she promised, rubbing her ears. It was what she got for not trying to tune down the hearing, knowing she had a communicator on.

R doesn't realize at first that he's supposed to chime in too. Help out however a zombie can. Preferably without biting. R's stumped as he watches Disciple pushing her way inside the door, leaving their little group outside. After a few seconds, R shuffles his feet, glancing at AndrAIa and Don.

"Go...in?" He doesn't seem to worried about being brutally maimed as some of the unlucky people who ran into this thing. R starts to shuffle for the door, his feet scuffing.

Crackle.

"I think you guys are good for the first floor, at least. There's a stairwell...okay, west wall. You'll want the second floor. I think."

There's something weird about the heat signature she's getting, but the building is too dark to get a visual on it.

The Disciple quietly made her way in a general westward direction, darting eyes trying to catch movement. Aha, the stairwell is found and she looks up into the darkness there and glanced back in the direction of the team.

"I'm heading up." She said as softly as possible while being heard.

"I hear you," Maximus said, a little too loudly, as if he thought he had to shout to be heard over the communicator.

"Where are we heading?"

"You'll deafen them before they're of any good, at this rate." Dualscar finally chimes in, nodding at Maximus with a stern expression. "You needn't yell, we're already as good as live bait."

The armor didn't fit right. She was used to form-fitting hardsuits, joints built for flexibility over protection, and airtight. This was glorified riot gear, at best. It might stop the antique bullets everyone was working with, but it might as well have been tissue paper compared to modern ordinance. At least the shotguns were lighter in this era. There was something to be said for expedience, even if it'd taken Shepard a solid hour of effort to forget the comfortable clip-ejection motion she'd gotten used to from her Asari weapon and adapt to the chambered reload mechanics at play here.

But all the discomfort was just so much background noise to the real problem; the sight of Garrus' back disappearing into the dark, shouldering what this world called a rifle. God, what a mess. They were so screwed.

"Nepeta, you take point," Assuming command seemed the natural reaction, "Draw them out, and if you see or sense anything, you fall back, try to draw it to where the rest of us can shoot it. You got that?"

Fortunately, Nepeta was more than used to the idea of taking orders. As much as she was capable of managing on her own, she had never really been the leader of any of the groups she'd been part of. That had fallen to other people, and so she simply nods at the comment. She still might not look much of a threat, even with the addition of the claws, but such is life. Besides, it's not like she hasn't done more or less the same thing before, even if Shepard is no Equius.

"Got it."

"You don't sound very confident." Ruby doesn't appreciate being compared to live bait. She'd prefer to come out o this... just plain living.

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team - feel free to jump / hijack whenver you like c:

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*jumps in* Thought I had already.

Have some intel!

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latest team! latest team! latest team! Woooo!

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