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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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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.]