Log:Resistance: Training Days - A Stunning Save
Training Days - A Stunning Save
OOC Date: September 10, 2018
Location: CRS Gial Ackbar
Participants: Devii, Nova, Ambrosia Greystorm, Ektor, The Resistance
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
The alarm has been raised, drill has begun. The announcement over the com channel selected for this exercise comes from Greystorm herself and supplies the following details:
A supply ship docked with the Ackbar has entered under false pretense - a facial recognition algorithm has pegged one of the crew on board via security vid, identifiying them as a merc formerly on Imperial payroll, who's resurface in support of the First Order. A face is forwarded to all unit HUDs and datapads. Female. Middle aged. Scarred up, green eyes spiteful and full of ugly promises.
It's Greystorm.
"Come and find me, before I /really/ start to have some fun," her voice rasps into the coms while the projected image of her face smiles coldly back from their HUDS and pads. A snippet of security vid feed shows that 'merc' in generic cargo-pocketed jumpsuit slipping away from the loading crew outside the docking collar and crossing into the landing bay, shadowing a deck officer closely, maybe too closely, where they both disappear into the thickening swarm of bodies funneled toward the travel hub.
/Is/ this a drill? Let's hope so.
[Devii]
Devii happened to have been on duty with the rest of Vorskyr Platoon. "Nerf take port entrance and exits, Nexxu take Starboard. I want double guards on the Operations hanger. Infact, Yelsik, set up your repeater there. Nova, on me." It would be better if Tess was here's they'd at least have a fire team with the three of them. "Moonbeam get on the horn to operations. Tell them to lock this place down. Blast doors, everything." Her green eyes scan through the mess of people in the travel hub. That was the problem with such a big multifunctioning ship you couldn't really just shut the thing down. Orange eyes peer like a hawk, even through the haze of her nearsightedness... or at least attempting to. There was too much going on for her echolocation to do much of anything benificial.
[Nova Korell]
The Corporal is quick to obey; her comlink is in her hand in moments. "Ops, this is Corporal Korell. Per Lieutenant Keva, lock this vessel down. We have a hostile boarder with intimate knowledge of the deck plans. If it locks, /lock it now/!"
This is the kind of situation that Nova Korell really hates: Nothing to go on, less to point in any direction, and a wide-open list of potential destinations. "I'm a soldier, not a PI," she mutters, looking the security feed over. "She could literally be anywhere on the ship. And this is one /big/ ship..."
She moves to a terminal, frowning at what it shows her. "I'm going to see if I can't get a list of cars and destinations. If she rode someplace, one of the tram cameras might've caught something."
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
Eenie, meanie, minie....no. Casually bumping shoulders with the officers passing her by, Greystorm the mercenery opts out of her current position after slinking a glance up to where she knows that cam's watching. From her position, it's easy to discern who did and didn't read their daily memos from senior staff. The occasional, perplexed look her way betrays them well enough but she doesn't stop to chastise the slackers. Just meanders. Stalks. Eyes the overhead diagrams of tram travel and mentally makes a selection while one hand fingers her hip patiently. Tick tock...
[Devii]
"You think this is hard? Try tracking a fugitive in a civilian city where you can't lock down every nook and crany." Devii says to Nova as she goes about accessing the computer system, keeping her eyes peeled for any sight of who they're looking for. "Here she'll run out of places to go eventually. The real threat is as you said, her getting to somewhere whre she can do some real irreversable damage. She's simulating a suicide run." The LT grumbles, "Anyone see anything..." Because she isn't.
[Nova Korell]
Nova quickly accesses the camera system, linking the feed to the vid-comlink on her wrist. "Nothing... yet. Doesn't mean we might not get something later. Any Ops personnel we could get to monitor this full-time while we're searching?"
She turns back to Devii, but pauses as her eyes catch something: A ripple in the crowd. She moves quickly to see what's what.
It turns out to be a deck officer who has been knocked out and robbed of most of his uniform. Tellingly, his jacket is missing. And there's a nearby ventilation duct that's open. This could complicate things...
She's reaching for her comlink's /Transmit/ button when she catches sight of another alarming sign. This time it's a face in one of the tram lines. She blinks and looks again, only to see the suspicious woman back off and turn into the crowd, attempting to blend in.
She taps Devii and points the stranger out. "That could be our infiltrator. But there's something else, too," she adds, pointing out the injured officer and the ventilation duct.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
THIS is the tram she wants. Kriffin huge ship. Checking her chronometer, Greystorm taps a foot impatiently alongside one of the engineers onboard this beast. Said engineer is focusing her stare DEAD ahead, overcompensating for the order that she's not to look twice at the general who is blatantly out of uniform. "Relax..." Ambrosia mumrurs under her breath, sliding one foot forward to impede the engineer's soon-to-be step while the little light overhead flashes green and a chime announces the tiny tram's arrival. A slight repositioning of her torso and Amber's slid halfway in front of the engineer to steal her place in line. Two back from the front. The doors begin to open...
"I don't really intend to kill you."
[Devii]
Devii takes a moment to observe as Nova shows her and reports. She looks to the downed officer and frowns then up to the hatch. "Well... My plump butt ant fitting up there." If only Dawn were around. She looks towards where the stranger is and clicks her comms, "Operations. We need a full time watch on surveilance and someone to go back and look over the footage from the Cargo Bay. Is the infiltrator working with anyone else." Though Devii knows that this is probably just some basic misdirection. "Let's keep after her..." She points to the stranger or where that stranger went. "The Tram... let's go..." And Devii moves quickly, "Don't draw attention to use yet. Let's follow her a bit and see if we can get a shoulder up on her." She clicks her comm and whispers, weaving out of people in line for the tram to get a spot. Doing her best not to be too pushy but hey, if she had to be she had to be. "Ops... we've got eyes on the intruder. She is traveling Aft on Tram 6"
[Nova Korell]
"That's the trouble: We /have/ to cover everything. She's got complete freedom to act," Nova says softly, grimacing at the sight of the open vent grating. "We've got to either catch her /now/ or throw down some hard limits."
She's right with the Lieutenant when the Mirialan moves out, looking carefully around, as if she's still confused as to where their target is. "Not good. She's got a partner, if not a hostage. And that's not exactly a great place for a firefight..."
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
Bingo.
Before any bodies can pile IN to the tram, the four or five inside have to shuffle out. They do so uninterrupted, unaccosted. The surly looking soldier in 'disguise' doesn't move a muscle from her position, save for the tiniest turns of her head, 5 o'clock. Her lips twitch faintly and chin bobs with an inward nod of satisfaction. Good girls.
The chase is on. The heat is up. And in the spirit of keeping it hot...
- Clink* Some teensie metal pin goes bouncing off the floor, flicked by her thumb, before she takes a smooth step forward in the line of boarding bodies and tosses the small canister over her shoulder. It's a blind toss. A careless toss. Not a single look back to witness what havoc it might cause, just a couple swaggering steps forward to halt the body in front of her with a buddy-buddy loop of the arm around their shoulder while the person in front of THEM steps onto the tram.
The little canister sails over the heads of travel hub inhabitants behind her, spinning, flashing...
[Devii]
Devii watches as the canister gets tossed back and a look of complete confusion comes over her face. "Was that a flashbang?" She wonders doing her best now to literally push people out of the way, gun in hand. "Out of the way!" She yells, "Didn't you tards hear the alarm! THe kriffin' hell is your problem, you should be cowering in your security zones and to stations!" What a mess. Right to the emergency stop. That big red button... it dosn't work. She gets on the com, "Stop this damn Tram!"
[Nova Korell]
"SMOKE GRENADE! JUST A SMOKE GRENADE!" Nova shouts, in the interests of preventing what's sure to be wide-scale panic. She reaches for her comlink's buttons. "Ops, this is Korell! Shut down Tram 6! The infiltrator's boarding it now! Stop it or we'll have an even bigger problem on our hands!"
She begins shouldering her way through the crowd in Devii's wake, hurriedly slinging her heavy rifle. In quarters this tight, it's only in the way.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
"Copy, Lt," some operator somewhere impassively 10-4s over the comm and an actually audible alarm rings out overhead - punctuated by the reminder that this is a drill, it is only a drill - and the tram that Ambrosia's striding on to gives a little jolt like it's gonna lurch along to its next destination, but doesn't. Dead in the water. The other trams continue to function as needed though. Now that she hasn't got any wheels, Greystorm resorts to her next 'plan B' aka plan C and that entails muscling the technician around by his neck with the crook of her arm and bringing her sidearm to bear.
It's painfully obvious that this technician did NOT read his memo and between the sudden PFFFFFFFFF of smoke happening in the crowd, the flashing lights, shuddering tram, and noisy announcements, he isn't sure what to make of the situation. Except that someone bearing strong resemblance to the Army's Brigadier General has got him in a headlock, bosom pressed into his back and pistol nestling over his shoulder to point at the tram entrance while they tango backward a few steps.
"I--er--wh--" he puffs helplessly after an unsuccessful attempt to muscle free earns him a 'dead leg' courtesy of Amber's knee.
"For your sake, I'll pretend you're less surprised," she whispers harshly into his ear.
[Ektor]
Ektor wanders out of the crew center with a pleasantly lazy and bleary-eyed manner. All that chill evaporates when shouts of kriff and tards are punctuated by the yell of "Oh frag, GRENADE-" and he abruptly ducks for cover.. before Nova adds that, and he mutters, "'Frag' was a curse.. not the kinda grenade I thought it was." Cough. "Hey, what is alla this drek? We got another runner?" he hollers toward the Army troopers.
[Devii]
Once the tram stops Devii rushes towards it. "We're trying to kill the General. IE she's decided to give her self the run of the mill on this combat excise. Which is really just hide and seek. If you're helping, set to stun." Climbing to the top of the Tram and making her way to the emergency hatch, she opens it and drops inside sending several blue blasts towards the fore where the Tram operator it. She assums Nova is on her tail. She dosn't care too much about the poor meatshield. He didn't read his memo
[Nova Korell]
"Ektor! The infiltrator's in the tram!" Nova calls to the surprised pilot as she reaches the door. Which is shut, as the tram had started to move. Frell... Devii seems to have found another way in, though. "Right with you, boss!" she calls, clambering up the ladder after the Mirialan. She'd be down the hatch in moments, but Devii's still standing under it, shooting. She quickly grabs for the side of the opening and swings herself down to miss her CO. She takes cover behind one of the seats, bringing her weapon to bear on the General and her stiff companion, ready to shoot if it becomes necessary.
[Ektor]
Ektor clearly read no memo, as the 'we're trying to kill the general' gets a dry, "Holy drek," as he pulls his pistol, only cracking into a grinning, "Heeh.. nice. I'm helping!" when Devii orders it to stun, flicking the standard issue pistol over to stun. "Everybody hit the deck, yeah?" the pilot hollers, as he dashes to follow the troopers up a ladder. As the shooting starts, he looks ahead. "If there's another hatch, I'm gonna try and get behind her, yeah?"
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
Well! They found the E-hatch. One of the first shots to wildly fire through the hole catches Amber in the leg around her flustered meatshield and lames the limb just in time for her to swing her firing arm around to return the favor while said meatshielf suddenly gets a LOT heavier. He took one to the torso. The third catches Amber square in her other shoulder, which knocks her back against a row of chairs that sorta act as a prop-up? Is she grinning or grimacing? Hard to say...Two more rounds fire inside this cozy egg, aimed for the good guys. The technician, meanwhile, is just moaning on the floor. The way the general's slumping, she might not be so far behind in the drool department.
Devii]
Devii get knocked back from the shot the General as aimed towards her and Nova. It hits her square in the exposed shoulder sending her slinging back against one of the Tram's chairs. It takes her a moment to realie she's not down for the count. Instead she grows rising up and stepping out into the isle. She levels her pistol and fires One, two, then three blue blasts back at the general. It was like two bulls fighting over the same space. Waving their big space dicks around.
[Nova Korell]
Nova moves toward the front of the tram as she sees the general go down. She nudges the weapon away from the fallen woman with her foot, covering her as she does. "I think she's out, El-Tee."
[Ektor]
Ektor ducks down through the roof hatch, aiming around and seeing the work already done. "So.. that it? She out? Didn't rig up no dummy bombs or nothing?" He itches at his jaw with the blaster. "Kinda anti climactic, yeah?"
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
The sound of Greystorm's masochistic cackling cuts short when the second blast of Devii's second round finally puts a temporary hold on her neuro response. *Clunk* the DY-Torch (a relic from the rebellion era that's old as she is) slips from her grip and is rendered extra harmless by Nova's foot. From this new perspective down on the cantankerous vet, she seems....human. As fragile as any other meatbag in this flying coffin, crumpled across a couple seats while her brain works out a reset of all motor systems. Even if her eyes /are/ still open, unblinking, witnessing those who gather 'round with a wordless challenge for them to enjoy the view while it lasts.
As if on cue with Ektor's query, a faint ruckuss starts up way back in that corridor between the hub and landing bay. The droid dispatched to resecure the hatch starts zooooooooming away from it as a white cloud pours out. Does it reek of actual smoke? Course not. Do people start dropping to their knees wretching or foaming at the mouth? Sadly, no. It is as climactic as she's permitted to be aboard this new mothership, perhaps.
[Devii]
Devii slumps down into a seat, "Operation... Infiltrator down. Requesting medics for Three stunned passangers. There's also an open grate by the starboard section where there is a fourth downed officer. Have them bring out a LIN unit an check for explosives." There's a look to Ektor, a tired one. "Let's hope not. I had my work out for today." He came in at the tale end and it was clear by Devii's condition of sweaty green that they'd been chasing this woman all over the ship. The stun round to the chest didn't help either. "Nerf Herder, form up and secure this Tram until we get the General to Med Evac." Just as she calls in the bomb squad the 'bomb' goes off. Devii slams her head back against the seat. "Krif me..." She growls then glares at the motionless form of the general.
[Nova Korell]
"Personally, I'll take anticlimactic any day," Nova says, sighing and slinging her weapon. "We only had leads for the General herself..." And then the smoke cloud appears from wherever that hatch is. Nova shakes her head. "And the whole visible run was a blind. Naturally..."
[Ektor]
Ektor looks back at the newest smoke bomb with a wince. "Yikesss," he mutters with a wince. Glancing back between Devii and Nova, he wonders, "Wanna stun her again? Just to make sure, yeah? Might help.." he posits with a shrug.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
Was that a finger twitch on Greystorm's left hand? Are those four more twitches, crisply performed in sequence as the prosthetic 'wakes up' ahead of its fleshier owner. Creepy.
"Nnnn..." The old 'mercs throat bobs around an impaired syllable, pupils shift things into better focus, and spine arcs to awkwardly roll her neck free of its cramped position. It's too much of an arc and she goes sliding to the floor. Just lets it happen. "...aturally." Yup. The right hand spasms back into the realm of feeling and fingers creep around the cool metal of floor until they find her pants leg and the leather strap there. Knife? "Shmmame ddun gt bbac a brrdge," she slurs and jerks up a knee, booted heel planting against the deck, only to then scoot herself a mere two feet across the floor.
[Devii]
Devii points her pistol at the general. "Don't..." She says in a rather firm tone. "You're going to the Medical Ward and then you can do what ever you want once you're cleared by the doctors. I don't care what your rank is and if you so much as move. I'll shoot you again."
[Nova Korell]
Nova steps forward, using her unimpaired foot to shove Ambrosia's very impaired hand away from her pants leg. "Let's just let this farce end here, shall we?" she suggests. "Because I think you've put the Lieutenant in a /very/ bad mood."
[Ektor]
Ektor just grins. "Nah, nah... nonsense. Keep moving, yeah? I wanna see if the stun blast arcs outta the robot arm," Ektor contributes 'helpfully'.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
"Nnh?" Amber squints, facial muscles tingling as the ability to emote gradually returns. Much as it can, anyway. The more permanent brain damage done long before ensures she'll never be flawlessly on point with such expressions. Poker face though? Killer. "Mm sayin..." trying to, anyway, and swallow-smacks some fuzzy feels in her mouth. "Ssshhame I didn't get ttto th'brdge Briddge. Had a whole shhhav shhhow planned. Not before swiping an Intel drive, though, so..." A dry cough shudders her frame and the hand meant to catch it overshoots by a couple inches.
"In that way, you passed. Wassat funny smell they're fending off back in the corridor th'I wonder.." Crooked lips crook devilishly upward and her head twitches into a little shake. "Eyes too fastly on /this/ prize...pretty, I know." Again the hand goes for her pantsleg, but this time is a little more on target and touches the /comlink/. While she fumbles with that and pushes up on her other arm, she smirks at Ektor's wishful thinking.
"It's got some tricks of its own, kid. Not sure my daughter-in-law'd risk that modification...disappointingly."
[Devii]
"I wasn't sure if you put anything in the grate and I didn't bother having anyone else check it out while we went after you." Devii says to the General lowering her pistol. "I wasn't sure what you were saying at first. Sorry." There is a pause, "I honestly thought you were trying to divert our attention. I had to make a choice. If we stayed to investigate the grate, you'd have gotten something else done. Better to minimise the damage first then deal with the rest."
[Nova Korell]
"Imagine that..." Nova remarks, the barest trace of irritation beneath her fading FO accent. "Guess we'll have to remember that one for next time. And don't say you'll have changed tricks by then, okay? That's obvious enough." She moves to the control panel, to get the car's doors opened.
[Ektor]
Ektor gradually catches on that this has turned into a post-op review, and flicks the switch and safety back on his blaster, returning it to the holster, and looking around for something to do. Nova is on the door, already.. "You got that, Moonbeam? Need a hand anyplace?"
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
Ambrosia taps her right temple and makes a sloppy thumbs-up at Nova before mumbling into the comm "Thussis Brg Gen Greysterm...drill complete." And then again on a different frequency. There's a light commotion outside the tram as Medical catches up from where they'd been examining the waking deck officer. He'll be fine. One medic's peeping in the door window, waiting without much urgency to tend the stun vics. The technician is already muttering back into consciousness and trying to roll over. Amber's now sitting up more erect, on her own, but doesn't attempt standing yet. "Well done, team. Our jobs are full of borked up choices needin t'be made. You survived this round and the ship's still in flight."
