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WHO: Beta Team
WHERE: Oros ; Trilk base
WHEN: ???
WHAT: Getting the Relic and getting the hell out
WARNINGS: none currently

[ So. This hasn't been the greatest mission. It's not the first time he's been out on one that's gotten frakked up beyond recognition. Likely not going to be the last one, either. And that's fine. Mostly.

Well, at least no one's dead.

There's been trouble along the way and Lee's body aches more than it has in a long time. Wounds are still fresh and he's got a burn on his leg that smarts like a bitch every time it rubs against his suit. The rest of the team—when they'd finally collected everyone again—isn't faring much better.

But they're here, finally. They're at the last security check. It's been touch and go all the way in but they're in the home stretch. Lee's hovering around watching for any Trilk that might come barreling through. Because he can hear them in the distance and it's probably only a matter of time.

He keeps his voice low, crackling over the comms. ]

There's likely traps inside, so everyone keep an eye out and watch where you step. Whoever sees it first, grab it and let's get the frak out of here.

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[ Of course things had eventually gone to shit - there hadn't been a chance in any galaxy that it wouldn't, and with the state of their ammunition, picking and choosing when to fight hand to hand or shoot had been half the battle. There's a throb in her jaw as Re-L sits, oddly perched so that she could see the nearest exit to the room she's snuck her way in to, carefully checking for anything that get her in even worse shape.

She's sucking on a busted lip, and her jaw, once the make-up was off, would probably be an array of colors. A trial by fire so far as learning how to take a punch to the face had only served to let her know just how fast she could flatten someone when she was angry about her face being bruised. Otherwise, she's in pretty good condition for the moment.

The pistol and silencer are settled on the table of the computer system she's leaned on the desk to, ready to be picked up should she need it as she carefully tries to get through the difference in language symbols, here, before her voice crackles over the comm - ]

Acknowledged. I've seen laser traps myself and suspicious holes in floors and walls, possible projectiles. Our best bet is to find a floor schematic and plan our approaches as best we can from there. In the process of attempting to access their databases now..

[Hayatori, crouched in a dark corner with the almost uncanny stillness of a talented ninja, waits and watches, periodically activating his Eye of Truth to track the approach of the Trilk patrols. He is in better shape than some of the others, if only because his mitama Jiraiya affords him the power to self-heal. It would have been a disaster had he not been able to reduce broken bones to mere bruising. Fatigue cannot be so easily countered, but he knows well how to push through it.

With little understanding of technology and hacking, he currently waits for those who can to open their way, ready to divert attention if it should become necessary. Fighting Trilk is much like fighting a Windshredder, and he has talents that allow him to slip out of tricky entanglements more easily than most, so he can regroup without leading foes back to everyone.

His soft, even-toned voice joins the comm conversation.]

There is a patrol setting out our way. I will distract them if it becomes necessary.

[There may not be a need to buy time, depnding on their hackers, but Hayatori does not immediately rule the possibility out.]

(sombra still manages to look rather content, even after feeling the need to sweep matting hair up into a thick ponytail. clear marks of fight and flight dust her skin in scuffs, laser burns, and mottled bruises from a lucky strike of a butt of a gun. but where the mission's concerned? she's not worried; they have her.

getting the door shut behind them before more than a handful of trilks dove in was a chore, but it was a bit of a self-satisfied victory for her when one of their arms got left behind with them, painting the floor with foreign blood. small justices are the reason she's managed thirty years of this shit, smirking as she runs quickly and silently away from beta team — little more than a thermoptic ripple to any prying eyes.)

What, you think I haven't been doing my job as well as playin' doorman? This next one's on you guys. Pesos muertos. (she doesn't mean it, guys, and she doesn't mean this either,) I'm en route to finding a terminal I can deactivate the security protocols from — for our necks and Alpha's, but as for leaving their defences dead long enough for you guys to get out? ... Weeell, I haven't decided yet...

(a skid, nails dragging down a metal panel as she takes a corner sharply. still manages to stay quiet, voice and footfalls hushed.

one more tap of her earbud,) A map sure would help me out, amiga. Unless you wanna switch jobs. (that's on you, re-l.)

Get me more ammo and I will gladly handle it. [ The sarcasm in her voice suggests that she's well aware that ammo is most likely nearly all spent - and there was no need to actually bring her any. Her voice is low, the sound of her fingers dancing over keys fairly obvious in the background of her check ins on the comm channels. Her eyes occasionally dart to the door, making sure she wouldn't be snuck up on too easily, before her fingers begin anew.

If there's one thing Romdeau's security structure and big-brother like eye in the sky had taught her, it was how to sneak around in creative ways. While there wasn't necessarily a need to worry about whether she'd get caught in here or not, there is also an inherent foolishness in assuming she was safe just because. One hand continues to clack away on the keys, rapid fire now that she was getting deep enough to trip something that may bring a fleet directly to her, the other pressing that ear piece again - ]

If I'm getting this map I expect passage regardless - and i was planning on keeping the sniper rifle instead of denting it on Triik heads - nearly there on the map, shouldn't be more than a few keystrokes more unless they were unnecessarily thorough in foreseeing this.

- - Hayatori, status on that incoming patrol? I don't want to sound paranoid but I think I'm hearing boots..

Hey!

[ It's snapped over the comms as an interject. As it is Lee doesn't have an endless fount of patience. Less so on an op that's gone this far to the left. Like everyone else he's tired, annoyed and generally over this whole stupid thing. His patience is paper thin right now. ]

We're all getting out of here. Now's not the time.

[ Because it isn't. There's Trilk coming from any ( all??? ) directions and they have to work together to get this done and out. With everyone alive. ]

You can snap each other's necks later for all I care. We're all getting out of this godsforsaken base alive.

[ There's a pause and Lee's voice dips lower. ]

How's it coming? I have visuals on a unit.

[Hayatori, as he has been doing all mission, ignores the superfluous commentary and notes only the relevant details.]

Engaging in thirty seconds. Only three. Appears they split up to attempt to surround us.

Ay, Lee, you're such a stick in the mud, (said with a grunt, as she hoists herself up onto a narrow catwalk to flee from the direct line of sight of the last unit, voice low.

and though hearing the distrust the team has in her, likely from her pointless grandstanding and threats to completely drop the team and take things solo, sombra laughs softly,) I won't let any traps hurt you guys, I wanna check this relic out as much as the next idiot. And yeah, I'm talkin' about your ancient ass, Hayatori, I know you're excited. Viva el equipo Beta. (but she still needs that map to find the terminal that can take down these defence arrays.

she'll only need a moment.

alpha team must be suffering out there, something she's given some thought to... they need them to get out of here alive. or barely, whatever works. eyes darting to the side, getting low as the patrols stop a little ways beneath her to discuss something in a too-quiet dialect her auto-translator can't make out.

when she speaks again, it's a gentle whisper,) Re-l, you can keep my sniper rifle too if you type a little faster...

You're worse with jokes than an autoreiv, Lee. [ It's flat sarcasm, at the very least, her mind a little too occupied with what her fingers were doing to worry too much about intonations and the lot. If anything, with her, it was the mere fact that she didn't know anyone that leant to only a slight trust that they would stick together through this.

If push came to shove, she knew she'd have the urge to save her own ass, after all. ]

Shit - that's boots - [ An off-handed note, and she squats a little lower in front of the screen, hoping that her dark clothing in a low-lit room would encourage them to continue on instead of stopping to investigate.

Finally after what seems like twenty minutes (more like 30 seconds) she breaks through, a small puff of air outward the only indication that she'd made a breakthrough. The screen blips and then shows a map, and she's quickly shoving a drive in to the nearest agreeing vestibule for it and transferring all that information (and more, just to see what kind of people they were stealing from for her own edification) - on to the drive. ]

I'm going to need that sniper rifle off of you once we're out of here. It's downloading now - should be able to access in 10 seconds or less - it looks like the port through which we'll need to disconnect the security structure is toward the Northwest corner.. the Relic isn't too far off.

[ There's a scuffling sound, and Re-L says a soft 'shit!' before there's the distinct sound of the silenced pistol being picked up, the quiet sound of a few rounds discharged - ]

We need to move fast.

[ Honestly, he doesn't really care if they think he has a stick up his ass or not. He didn't get to where he is by goofing off and having a good time!!! Except that's not entirely true, he kind of did. But this is different. He might not know the people on his team, but he's already assumed responsibility for their safety. And considering there are Trilk swarming all over this place, it's maybe only a matter of time before said safety is no longer an assumed guarantee.

If the unit split, there's more nearby and Lee heads for them. Not that the Trilk are easy to take down, but by this point he feels like it's old hat and he dispatches the guards as quickly and as silently as possible ( which isn't very much... ) before he takes off in the direction indicated.

They're so frakking close. He just wants the damn thing and to get out asap. ]

Anything on what's currently between us and this frakking Relic?

(eight, seven, six... sombra's patience is too thin for this, but when it begins to load, her fingers spread the display wide) Claro. Uploading the map now and— got it! Now we're in business, don't die over there Re-l. (it flashes at her eyes, so bright in the dark she's forced to squint, but it burns its image into them; they've got these trilk bastards now.)

There's a unit of three inside, Hayatori's on 'em. Re-l's engaging the other. The last... Well, that's all you, Lee.

(time to go, toes digging into the catwalk as she bolts, throws her body weight into a leap, and catches the next with a strained huff. then she's up, away, next to silent on the metal walkway.)

The terminal for the base's defence array is nearby. Inside I spot three structures on these schematics that look like generators for a laser grid-activated turret; sounds nasty. Too bad they'll all be down. (then it's a rush for the relic... hopefully hayatori's doing something about the patrols in the interim.) Including the ones outside where Alpha's holding the perimeter. They've got some serious firepower on their asses.

(detaching the device from her belt, tossing it below where the terminal lies — suspiciously unguarded. but there's no time to wonder, disappearing in a waver of pink after-image, translocating safety to the head of the computer with an immediate raise of her hand, strings of pixelated neon latching to the computer like leeches. interfacing with such heavily mathematical machines is enough to make her giddy every single time.

and her face lights up with a breathless sort of joy at the cryptograms, the foreign language, the sheer skill in their organized binary. time to strip them of all of it.) Gimme a sec...

[Sombra is right on two counts: Hayatori is extremely curious about the relic. He's also taking on the encroaching Trilk. Letting them pass his position, he then calls upon Jiraiya's power to puncture them. The violet orb explodes into a rain of needles behind them, embedding themselves into all three of the Trilk and breaking their natural armour around the points of impact. Hayatori runs up the wall then springs off in a dive, a knife in each hand. At this point he knows where their vital spots are; he cuts one down with a precise stab and leaps onto the next, bringing that one down in a single thrust of his blades. He twists out of the way of the third as it attempts to attack. Its blow glances him, but managing to keep his footing he then jumps onto it, and launches himself higher off of it. On his descent, he buries a knife into one of the breaches that he previously created.

Rolling off the last body when it hits the ground, he checks for signs of others before he turns his attention to the comm again. The talk is mostly too advanced for him to follow, but he understands all that he really needs to know. The rest of Beta are fulfilling their roles.]

They're dispatched. On the move.

[He has no intention of holding their team back.]

[ With the map in her mind and the Triik's near her location (mostly) dispatched, Re-L takes off down the hall. Thankfully the one she hadn't killed seems to be in the process of bleeding out or.. whatever it was aliens did - at this point, she isn't going to waste anymore ammo on an enemy she can keep ahead of. At least she's still able to run for long distances, despite not having a lot of time on a treadmill lately - she's thanking her lucky stars for her weird DNA now, guys, no doubt about it. Thankfully her legs are still fully functional -

She's definitely favoring one of her arms, and may have a bullet wound - but it doesn't effect her shooting hand, and that's what really matters at the moment.

The distinctive sound of her running, followed by the heavier feet of the soldier following her, is pretty much covered by the alarms going off once all defenses are down, but it's her cue to go. But not before checking in to the comms once more, sounding every bit in pain as she is, but determined.]

I'm heading for the Relic now. Shot in the arm, but I'm going to get this shit and get out.

[ When all is said and done, Lee is pretty sure they're all going to be thankful it's frakking over and never trust this crew again. At least, Lee is going to feel that way and is pretty damn sure he's never going to volunteer for any of this shit again.

Even though he's hating everything right now, he still feels like this whole thing is his responsibility, so he's hot on Re-L's heels. He doesn't care who gets the damn Relic, just that someone on their team does and they can get out. Then he hopes the whole damn base burns to nothing but ash. Because things have gone to shit and it's loud and everywhere he looks there's a commotion, he doesn't bother keeping his voice down. They're way beyond that now. ]

Go! I've got your six.

[ Which is evident by the ensuing scuffle with the Trilk chasing her as Lee flings himself on its back and takes it down the old fashioned way. ]

[ She turns for a moment to see what he's doing - pleased to see that particular Triik get taken down. He'd been a stubborn opponent, sure, but she hadn't really been looking to waste much more ammo on an enemy that was bleeding out and wouldn't be able to follow her much longer anyway. However, having him off of her tail? An immense relief. She'd have time to take care of an inspect her injuries later - right now, it was entirely a focus on getting things done and over with, on wrapping this entire mission up where she can. Whether or not she ever signs up for a mission again depends on what unfolds after they get this relic back on the ship and what the payout is -

If she's being honest. ]

Appreciated! [ She shouts back before bolting down the next hallway, knowing they don't really have time for a lot of words right now. With security down, she's thankful that she doesn't have to pry open the doors to the relic room, simply pressing the button to open the doors and approaching from there as someone experienced with wielding a gun and checking rooms. The shotgun proceeds her in every instance, at least until she reaches the item itself -

It's weighty, and after a moment to think she begins dumping unnecessary supplies from the bag they'd been given. She makes sure her link to the comms is closed, assuming Jason's heard the ladies' verbal boxing match at each other over the past few minutes. ]

By the way - we aren't telling Carolina we have this. If she's willing to consider having us all maybe sacrificed by this crew for not achieving, then I don't think this needs to be news she is privy to until the time comes.

Agreed? I will pass the news on to the others on Beta face to face when I see them, but play a good part, will you?

[ Mind games: A Romdeau fellow citizen specialty. ]

[ As long as everyone can still walk, Lee is fine with just running on adrenaline so they can just get the hell out of this base. As much as he wants to complete the mission and complete it right, he's also rapidly reaching the point of uncaring if they get the frakking thing or not and just wanting everyone to get out alive.

He follows Re-L to make sure she doesn't run into any trouble and stands guard outside. So far things seem fine. But he knows good things won't last. Not on this planet. So, he wants her to hurry up so they can make a beeline to get out.

Then he hears this absolute bullshit. Lee nearly has a conniption fit right there. ]

Absolutely not! This isn't a game! Are you nuts?!

[ REALLY?!?! ]

Get the frakking thing and let's go. Now!

You need to settle down. [ The hypocrisy of Re-L Mayer telling someone to control themselves is thick, even to her, remembering how many times she'd been told the same things, however - it also wasn't worth such an explosion, so far as she was concerned. It was a careful game of chess, this kind of thing, and particularly with a team lead who seemed a bit too flighty for her tastes. Either way, she loads the relic in to the bag with minimal effort, though re-fastening the bag takes her a moment since she's one-armed.

Either way, the bag is duly placed on her shoulder, and she's just as eager to leave as he is, making a brusque pace for the door. ]

There's no need to reveal all your cards before prompted, anyway.

All escape routes should be relatively clear unless reinforcements have been called in, so far as I've heard. Hopefully that sticks.

[ He's basically two steps from going insane, honestly. If he'd known she was going to be this petty, he wouldn't have let Re-L get to the Relic first. Lee feels like his sanity is about to snap at any given moment. He just wants... well, it's impossible to get peace on a mission like this with all these different personalities together. With how everything on this mission has gone absolutely frakking sideways, he just wants them all out in one piece with the Relic in hand. ]

Don't. This is not a game. I don't care what kind of grudge either one of you have against the other. Lives are at stake!

[ Honestly, he's kind of at a loss how they've made it this far alive. ]

She has to know what's going on so we can get out. I'm not taking part in this pettiness.

[ He readies a fresh magazine for his gun because he's going to need to reload soon. ]

Let's head out, ASAP.

[The thing about being a ninja is that Hayatori is exceptionally good at moving unnoticed -- so when he catches up with the team, he sort of simply appears.

Try not to shoot him.

Jiraiya tells him to look at the bag Re-L carries. Briefly opening his Eye of Truth he does, eyebrows momentarily raising as he slips into both view and step.]

You have it. [Cocking his head in an almost birdlike gesture, he adds:] There is no sign of further Trilk in the immediate vicinity. I can make us invisible once.

[If they do need an emergency contingency plan on the way out.]

Again, it's not worth that much emotion. I have it, we are getting back and no one is going to die. [ And then she projects a little Vincent Law with a tinge of typical, asshole Re-L, waving her hand in a cut off, actually pretty damn dismissive motion she's used time and time again at her own face level, with every bit of how exhausted she is invested in it. The Vince part are the words that leave her next, not nearly as formal as she typical defaults to being. ] Cool it.

If Carolina wants us back in thirty minutes, we will be back in thirty minutes. The status of this mission dos not change whether she knows or not. We are a success and we will remain one.

I'm already leaving.

[ Another one of those heeled turns (geez, this whole attitude problem might have to be bred out of her line for generations) and she's off - with this kind of purse on her back there's no way she's hanging out in this place and waiting to get captured -

Hayatori, though, definitely almost gets shot - there's a rifle raised as soon she'd noticed the movement, face going slack and a deep breath out the sign he'd scared the absolute hell out of her. The good news is, her poker face is not completely unbreakable. ]

Are you trying to get shot? [ She can't help herself, ok, she just has to say it. ]

Yes, I do. And let's keep it that way, shall we? I'd like to be back to Alpha as soon as possible - and hope that we only need that invisibility once.

...

[Hayatori merely responds with characteristic stoicism -- truly the life of the party -- and asks in his soft, forgettable flat voice:]

How is your ammo supply?

[He has not, in fact, touched the guns or ammo that he was supplied with. Two knives and the grenades have been perfectly sufficient for him. Rather than leaving them behind, however, he's simply carrying them in case anyone else in Beta needs an emergency replacement.]

[ Now he's pissed. Lee can't say he's not used to insubordination in those of lower rank, but it still rankles him.

Which is why he gets on the general comms and lets both teams know they have the Relic. Let it never be said Lee Adama can't be petty. Though, considering all the trouble they've gone through this whole mission, he thinks he's well within his rights to share they have almost completed the mission. Now they just have to make it to the LZ alive and Relic in hand.

He follows along after Re-L to keep her back guarded and trusts Hayatori to keep eyes in front while they navigate back out. ]

I think all of us have pretty low stores left. We're going to have to grab what we can on the way out to keep blasting through.

Such a good dog for a master you don't even know. Typical. [ She snipes, (though she doesn't elaborate on what the 'typical' thing is about) as always vehemently not-a-fan of the whole obedience without due reason thing. They'd not even met and known the people they were on this mission with all that long, and the thought that Carolina may have even had the thought to abandon them to stick to a time frame?

And, well, she knows a certain Mosk immigrant who tried that and it ended up blowing up in his face, but he isn't around at the moment. It all rubs her wrong.

Much like Lee does, at the moment, but at the very least she's not going to spurn Hayatori. ]

If you have pistol rounds left, Hayatori, I would appreciate it. I've attempted the rifle one handed and it's hell to aim, though still more effective I'd rather not end up with ricochet to think about as well in my trajectories.

[Hayatori continues his policy of neither interfering with nor involving himself in any of the arguments going on this mission. What he does do is hand his entire supply of pistol ammo back to Re-L.]

Here.

[Falling back into silence, he concentrates on watching their path as they head on, doing his part to ensure as smooth an exit as possible.]

[ Lee is absolutely beyond furious right now. He's working like hell to make sure it doesn't have any effects over his job, but once they're out of here, he's going to have some choice frakking words for a lot of different people. But, he is being petty, no doubt about that. Because he's not going to say another word, outside of directions on which way to go or which way to shoot for the rest of the way out of the base. ]

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