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Post by nicholas on Mar 29, 2013 10:06:16 GMT -5
 It was amazing how quickly people could get used to things. Only about seven months had passed since he'd started working for UNIT, but in that time Nicholas had more or less completely resigned himself to being absorbed into their ranks - without anything else even remotely similar to the UNSC, they were about the closest thing he had at hand, a sentiment that many of the other arrivals that had made planetfall with him had likewise shared. Not even a year had passed, and he'd gotten more or less completely used to the idea of having his boots on the ground at all times - at this point in human history no one was supposed to have anything capable of regularly breaking atmosphere with ease, and it showed. Even the Valiant, UNIT's crown jewel, was only able to make upper atmo at best - he'd almost forgotten how good more familiar territory had felt, but as he briskly moved along a catwalk in the SOEIV bay located in the now repaired destroyer's lower decks, launch sirens filling the air and black clad figures moving to their assigned pods, the Spartan couldn't help but be reminded of the world he came from. He had no idea exactly what it was that had spurred the UNIT brass into recommissioning the vessel that had until only recently been relegated to dry dock for repairs and research purposes, but without any of their own people really trained on the operation of the vessel, almost the entirety of the destroyer's original crew had been reassigned to it, including him and the ODSTs. Even better than that, though, was that he finally had his MJOLNIR back, and right when he'd finally been getting used to the idea of operating without it - not exactly a pleasant experience, and after so many years of use he'd felt almost naked without the nearly indestructible metal shell.
As he quickly moved through the HEV bay, though, Nicholas really didn't care what their reasons were now that he thought about it. They clearly needed him, his soldiers and the vessel itself for the assignment they'd been given, and it was leverage he'd be able to use later on. Assuming they did the job right, anyways, but that was almost a given - the ODSTs were the best that the UNSC had to offer, all of them special operations veterans, and the unofficial creed of any Spartan was to do the impossible, and to do it alone. He'd reviewed the files they sent him, all of them had - Wesker was a tough piece of work, more than a match for any individual trooper on their own, but that was probably why he was there and why they'd returned his MJOLNIR to him, a few small upgrades included. Their orders were simple enough - make a hot drop down to the facility that UNIT had recently located, neutralize any ground and anti air defenses, locate and defend landing zones for additional troops and secure any possible biological hazards for proper disposal or to terminate/contain any that had been released. A long list, but what really had his personal attention was the possibility of Wesker himself being at the facility - UNIT had only just recently located it in east central Africa, but it was remarkably close to where he had last been sighted, relatively speaking. If they caught Wesker, he'd be golden - after all the time and resources the BSAA had spent hunting the man, any resources or assignments Nicholas wanted, he'd probably get, and beyond that it would probably give him enough clout to at least start advancing his own personal interests.
Locating his pod nested in a bulkhead next to so many others like it, Nicholas paused as he slipped his helmet on with one hand, pneumatic hiss sounding as the helmet locked down its seals with the rest of his armor, his other hand placing his rifle, a more standard MA5B than his usual BR55, into the weapon slot inside the SOEIV, the pod's clamps closing down to hold it in place as he climbed into the pod, the front swinging down and shut as he squeezed into the seat meant for someone roughly half his size. As a slow, constant tone began counting down to launch, numerous screens began lighting up in the pod, detailing the status of the others, the soldiers they contained and their drop vectors and destination, a small collection of buildings hidden in a gorge between two mountains, further detailed as the B-NET began to receive what looked like a live feed from a STARS tactical satellite, likely just launched moments ago from the destroyer. Whatever he might have thought of UNIT, they were not holding back any expense - they wanted this guy, and they wanted him bad. As the audio tone filling the pods suddenly shifted in pitch the voices over the comm quickly began to die down, and ten seconds later his world suddenly seemed to shift as gravity disappeared and the darkness around him was filled with light and the sight of the other 24 pods around him, all in free fall towards the cloud line beneath them. Taking hold of the pod's entry controls, Nicholas kept his eyes on the rapidly approaching cloud line before the windows filled with white, a moment later turning green with vegetation as their destination came into view, the ground rapidly approaching - he had no idea what kind of defenses the facility had, but with only seconds left to impact he had no intention of being shot out of the sky as a missile.
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Post by Albert Wesker on Mar 30, 2013 6:30:50 GMT -5
The unblinking eyes of one of the newest in the continually-unfolding line of B.O.W.s the scientists under Wesker had been creating stared skyward. Glassy black orbs, looking more like the lenses of a camera than any organic fixture, reflected the images of the sky above, clouds and blue as far as the eye could see. Little more than an indistinct blur amid the foliage of the trees, it slowly clambered along the treeline, shifting the leaves and branches with its passage, snapping the more fragile ones and leaving a clear indicator of its passage to careful eyes, though spotting what made that passage was nigh impossible.
The cybernetics implanted in its brain were already relaying, as they always were, a constant stream of its visual feed to the facility below, making the glassiness of its eyes even more appropriate. The creature, codenamed "Aergia Maximus", was always on a slow prowl around the facility, unblinking eyes turned ever upwards, and serving as an excellent alert system. Any threats that it detected would not only be immediately relayed to the security force in the facility below -- which would then again relay that to the current head of the facility, who would decide the appropriate course of action -- it would respond to those threats itself, forgoing its slow, plodding movement for a lightning-quick, brutal assault. The claws it sported were every bit as deadly as they looked, and the rudimentary camouflage made seeing the damn thing near-impossible without assisted vision and tracking means. And while you were trying to find it, it was carving you up like a hot knife through butter.
It was an efficient point-defense system, if a bit unstable and tricky to properly produce. But with three of them currently on guard of the facility, it was still more cost-effective than using standard means of perimeter defense and notification.
And so it was that when the first of the pods registered to the massive creature's senses, it let out a long, low sighing sound, the dull rumble of it vibrating the tree it clung to down to the roots, and the monitors connected to its visual feed lit up with warning signals.
Within mere seconds, the news was relayed to the man himself. There on personal business, Albert Wesker himself was seated on the deepest level of the facility -- nearly two hundred meters below ground -- and was currently in conference with some of his benefactors when the news reached him.
"....I do hope that these agreements will be....satisfactory to you? As I have mentioned, the BSAA will of course catch wind of this little deal before too long....but it shouldn't impede its arrival. And if it does cause issues, it is no fault of mine, as once it reaches the halfway point, it's your issue." A light smirk reached onto his features as a reluctant agreement was given. "Excellent. I do hope you and your company finds Brutus to be of.....great use in your endeavors." As the call ended, he finally turned his attention to the one who had delivered the message.
"Wait and see if they can get past Aergia before wasting any more resources." Leaning back in his seat, a handful of button presses on the console in its arm brought up a signal of the visual feed of the three Aergia currently on-guard. "Set them all to search and destroy. I will relay further orders as they become....necessary."
"Sir." The communications feed cutting out, Wesker was left alone in his office, contemplating his next move deliberately.
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Post by nicholas on Mar 30, 2013 8:12:43 GMT -5
 Fireteam Alpha
Pod violently beginning to shake in the last few moments before landing as the retro thrusters fired in an attempt to slow the SOEIV just enough to prevent the steel, carbon fiber and titanium shell from becoming little more than a smear as it landed, Nicholas' world violently shook again as it hit the ground, creating a shallow crater on impact as six additional pods landed only meters away from each other and only seconds apart, the front hatches of each popping off and away as the explosive bolts holding them in place detonated. Hand already on the MA5 rifle stowed before launch, the Spartan quickly ejected himself from the pod, taking several steps forward as he raised the rifle and panned it over the area, released the weapon's safety as the six other soldiers repeated the maneuver as well, only lowering their guns by a few centimeters as no immediate target presented itself, the acknowledgement lights from all six troopers and Nicholas himself lighting up within each HUD as the universal signal for "Clear".
Standing up to his full height, Nicholas quickly raised a hand to signal to the nearest building, the status lights in Nicholas' HUD lighting green again as the ODSTs began moving fast and low to secure the building. Following behind them, Nicholas slowed for a moment as he brought up the STARS satellite feed in his visor, confirming that the other three ODST fireteams had safely landed as well - so far, so good, with Bravo and Charlie having landed further north on the main building's front doorstep and moving to secure it, with Delta further west and moving to lock down what appeared to be a garage of some sort. A smart move - if there were any priority targets present they wouldn't be getting out that way, and picking up his pace to join the ODSTs in his own group again, Nicholas almost closed the aerial tactical feed until the satellite tagged three objects. They were almost invisible, even to his enhanced eyesight, but that could very well have been the satellite's fault - with so many filters in place to allow it to cut through the cloud cover, the image quality was patchy at best. From what he could tell, though, it was tagging movement rather than readily visible targets, probably having mistaken whatever was there for wildlife - at least until they'd started moving towards the fireteams, and whatever they were, they were moving fast.
"Bravo One, Charlie One, you've got movement bearing down on you, eleven on the tacfeed, Delta One, same from your five. Assume hostile." Nicholas said, using the STARS feed to assign waypoints to the tagged movement. Invisible or just camouflaged, it wouldn't matter - without the feed it probably would've been trouble, but with the sat in place they had the jump. BSAA might've only marginally successful in actually preventing Tricell from operating, but he had to admit that the intel they'd collected over the years had already proved invaluable - Nicholas didn't like losses, and he'd be damned if any of his men suffered casualties while he was there. Closing the feed to his visor, Nicholas finished approaching the building before turning and bringing his rifle up to cover the ODSTs as they began climbing a ladder to the roof, the recently tagged waypoint marking something rapidly approaching them from off in the jungle. Laying his finger on the trigger, Nicholas held his fire, at least until it was marked as only thirty meters away before filling the air between him and the waypoint with gunfire. While he didn't exactly have a clear line on the target, it didn't really matter - he'd loaded the MA5 with the usual armor piercing, full metal jacket rounds, and while many tended to consider it overkill, Nicholas was just glad that the wood and foliage would do nothing to slow the projectiles down as he attempted to drown whatever was heading for them in bullets. Ten minutes until Pelican drop going by the mission clock - a lot of work to get done and so little time.
Fireteams Bravo/Charlie
Pod violently shuddering as it approached the ground, Lance Corporal Briana Aednat could only grimace in her helmet as it finally shook one last time, front blowing off as she jumped out and panned over the area with her BR55, the rest of her squad landing seconds later to repeat her maneuver until the CO made a quick gesture with his free hand towards the closest and biggest building, laying a waypoint over it for those who didn't catch the hand motion - moments later half a dozen green lights lit up inside her polarized silver visor as she and the rest of Bravo squad began moving towards the building's main entrance, although the scowl remained on her face. She never liked jobs like this - it wasn't the pod drops she hated, though, no, she loved those, but rather it was crap details like rounding up a few scientists that pissed her off. She'd had more than enough of that in the UNSC Marine Corps - escorting civilians and the wounded, and fighting Innies had stopped being fun a long time ago. She didn't like the idea of being unable to shoot back if the other guy pulled a gun on you - as far as she was concerned, by that point you had them dead to rights, if only by virtue of self defense. If anything it was why she'd joined up with the 105th. They were almost always the first ones sent in against the Covenant, and she was a full believer in the distinguished unit's creed - not the first one, "Feet first into hell", but rather the second - that their job wasn't dropping feet first into hell, but to make sure that it was crowded when they got there. The Covenant set up a base? Kick the bastards' front door in, just hot drop through the goddamn roof and clear 'em out. Jobs like this, though, when other humans were the targets? Hell no, they had to play nice.
Trotting up to the building's wall, Briana turned and fell back to allow her armored back to impact with the building's wall as she leaned against it, the rest of Bravo following suit as Charlie slowly materialized out of the nearby treeline, moving to join them along the wall opposite them with the building's front entrance between the two groups as one of the soldiers right next to the door pulled out a fiber optic feed to peer around the corner before signalling an "all clear", both squads filing into the building as Charlie moved deeper in, with Bravo squad being relegated to rear guard as they set up in a perimeter around the doorway, two BR55s and four MA5Bs all trained on the glass barrier just as the Spartan's voice came in over the comm. What the hell?! Wasn't one of the orders they'd been given to maintain radio silence short of an emergency? Even as that thought crossed through her head, though, she couldn't help but finally grin as he finished speaking, a red suddenly materializing on her visor's HUD to mark something rapidly approaching them from within the jungle, far too fast to be human. Scratch everything - this, this is what she signed up for, and as the waypoint neared the treeline at 45 meters out the Lance Corporal steadied her aimed and peered down the rifle sights.
Fireteam Delta
He'd gotten lucky, no doubt about it. As Corporal Travis Penrose lay in his pod, arms crossed as the sound of rock scraping against metal echoed around the interior, he mentally tallied up another one in the "win" column - it wasn't often that you walked away from your pod smashing into a cliffside, but this was the fourth time since he'd joined up with the 105th, and by this point there was a running pool in the squad of how many more times it would happen until it finally stuck. Generally speaking, it was not a pleasant way to go - typically known as "digging your own grave" within the Helljumpers, what usually happened during such an impact was that the cliff face would collapse over your pod, burying it, and with that much rock and dirt on top of the SOIEV there was usually no way for the explosive bolts in the door to open the pod up - you either ran out of air if you were lucky, or died due to dehydration or malnutrition. This time was a bit closer than most - unlike the last three times where he'd simply bounced off and was sent spinning for one hell of a ride, nearly drowning himself from vomiting in his helmet the first time, part of the cliff face had indeed collapsed over the pod on this drop, although it was thankfully only dirt and a few fist sized rocks, enough for his squad to dig him out.
"That should be enough, try it now!" One of the men outside called, probably Corporal Rickman - his voice was muffled by the dirt and metal barrier between them, but Travis was pretty sure he recognized the voice. Another greenhorn, just like him - relatively speaking, anyways. No ODST was ever really green given what it took to even qualify to join their ranks, but they were the two newest additions to the group after attrition had lowered their numbers in the Battle of Reach. Firing off an orange acknowledgement light in the squad's HUDs as a signal to move back, Travis began manually priming the explosive bolts as the rest of the squad moved a fair distance away and to either side of the pod, anywhere except directly ahead of it, and as all of the other five status lights in his visor lit up green, the Corporal primed the final bolt. What came next was nothing if not loud, flashy and attention grabbing as the bolts detonated, sending the front of the pod shooting away and flipping end over end, spraying dirt and dust everywhere before finally crashing off somewhere in the nearby treeline. Covered in much of the dust and dirt thrown off by the spectacle, Travis reached up to grip the edges of the pod and pull himself out, wiping the dust off his visor and attempting to pat it out of his armor, the black plating and cloth now a dull grayish tan before giving up as his squadmates approached him to check for injuries, Rickman dropping a friendly fist on his shoulder plate before the other five troopers began to move off towards the nearby building.
Stopping only to turn back towards his pod to retrieve his rifle, screwing the SR99's rifle into place before stowing it on his armor's magnetic clamp, Travis pulled out his M7/s submachine gun and flicked off the safety as he trotted to catch up with the other ODSTs as one of them pried open the front of a steel door's security panel and began to gut the wires inside, the rest of the squad covering him just as the voice of the operation's CO came in over the comm, a waypoint lighting up in the forest just above the cliffside his pod had crashed into - no doubt attracted by the ruckus his pod had made, whatever the thing was. Definitely not human, though, at least judging by the speed at which the waypoint was approaching them - while they still couldn't see it due to the jungle and the cliff, it would still have about 40 meters of open ground to clear in order to reach them, and after the noise they'd made landing..... well, the 105th had never really been reputable for their subtlety. Flicking the safety back on, Travis holstered his SMG as the rest of his squadmates turned their weapons towards the waypoint as it approached the cliff, the Corporal unslinging his sniper rifle to add it to the collective firepower of the other two M7s and two MA5Cs, the squad's techie continuing to work the door's security panel.
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Post by Albert Wesker on Apr 10, 2013 2:00:52 GMT -5
Charging blindly through the trees, the massive form of the shambling quadruped barreled through anything in its way. Fallen logs and trees splintered, one tree was uprooted entirely as the shaggy form crashed into and rebounded off of it. And then there were bullets tearing through the foliage around it. The majority of them flew barely wide of the massive beast, but more than enough to matter hit home, producing brief gouts of thick, black blood from wounds that stopped bleeding almost instantly. Only a handful of seconds later, the creature burst from the treeline like a shaggy missile.
Hunkered down on four legs, splayed wide across the ground, was a most mishappen creature. Muscle literally bulged under its furred skin, looking ready to rip the flesh wide open at any second. The fur -- if it could even be called fur -- was thick and coarse, and seemed almost to shift and fade between colors as light struck it at differing angles. The face of the creature was almost flat, save for the glassy, bulging black orbs that passed for eyes. An almost comically tiny mouth sat under a nose nearly the size of a man's fist, the entire head hunkered down low to the ground on a neck that seemed much too long for the mishappen creature it was attached to.
But the most terrifying attributes of the creature were its sheer size, towering at nearly twelve feet even as it held itself low to the ground, and the wicked claws at the end of each leg. Calling them claws was an understatement -- each one was nearly the size of a sword, and they were just as sharp.
The massive beast didn't slow for more than a second as it burst from the trees, only long enough to zero in on the most immediate threat: the one that had already begun firing. And as it did, it lurched forward again, moving impossibly fast for its size, like a bullet fired from a gun, the ground where its legs had been being shredded and reduced to sand from the force of its start. And it had every intent to reduce the supersoldier before it to a bloody sand just as well.
The second of the three BOWs came crashing out of the treeline at a full run, barreling along at a rate that would have put most vehicles to shame -- especially given the terrain over which it effortlessly surged across. The 45 meters would do very little to offer protection, being crossed in less than two seconds at the massive pace the beast flew. And with one motion, it flung itself the last several feet, aiming to lash out at the nearest of the soldiers before it.
It was simple, unelegant, and extremely stupid. But it was powerful and relatively easy to produce. The only factor in the making of the Aergia Maximus was time. And that was exactly what they were buying at the moment.
The third of the three defensive beasts came surging out of the trees, and like a furred boulder, crashed into the pod that had attracted its attention in the first place. The force of its impact was enough to rip the pod from the earth where it lay and send it flipping end over end through the air, hitting the ground and bouncing once, then again, before impacting the side of the building and blowing a massive hole through the wall. It was as if a bomb had gone off.
The creature itself, meanwhile, had been dazed for a handful of seconds by the jarring impact, sitting idle and shaking its head to recollect its senses. And as soon as it gathered itself, it followed its orders to the best of its limited ability -- it charged right at the soldiers.
"Hmm....their intelligence leaves something to be desired, as expected." With a single button press, Wesker opened a communications line. "Have a squad of Project Epsilon ready for release on my order on Level One." And then he promptly cut the line, returning to his observation. He was rather curious to see what these....interlopers were capable of.
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Post by nicholas on Apr 10, 2013 3:34:30 GMT -5
 Fireteam Alpha
Despite the recoil from the automatic assault rifle, normally enough to force most soldiers to fire in short bursts while standing lest their arms go numb, Nicholas' aim remained steady as he continued to calmly empty the sixty round magazine of armor piercing rounds in the creature's direction, not even blinking as it broke through the treeline and the first magazine bottomed out, the firing mechanism clicking twice. Quickly releasing the empty magazine, the Spartan slapped another fresh one into the rifle, the motion completed roughly at the same time that the previous one hit the ground before he began to sidestep away from the ladder and the last ODST climbing towards the roof, already halfway up and 20 feet above the ground.
Whatever this thing was, it was new - nothing the BSAA had detailed any BOWs like this thing. It would seem that Wesker had been busy in the brief time since the South Africa incident, and while the creature's size did nothing to intimidate him - Hunters were arguably even bigger, and operated in pairs - the animal charging him now was far faster, crossing the open ground far too quickly. He wasn't going to get the kill shot in, not at that rate - 20 meters left and he'd emptied at least 40 of the 87 rounds fired, with 33 left in the current magazine, and the thing wasn't even slowing down yet. 15 meters - continuing to fire until the last second, Nicholas leaped off to the side, tucking into a shoulder roll and relying on the inhuman reflexes and perception that his augmentations afforded him as he attempted to avoid the beast's charge and allow it to ram into the side of the building. Even as he performed the rolling dodge, however, gunfire sounded from the roof above Nicholas as he began to bring his own rifle up to bear on what was hopefully the creature's flank, the sound of five other MA5 weapons loaded with the same FMJ/AP rounds filling the air as five of the six ODSTs stood at the edge of the roof, bracing themselves as they rained suppressive fire down on the creature from above.
The sixth ODST of the group, however, had other concerns - while not the tallest building in the complex, it still offered a good view of the facility, and he'd seen how fast the waypoint had been approaching them. Even now he could see the two other waypoints moving towards the FoF tags of his fellow Helljumpers on his helmet's HUD - they'd need help, and they'd need it soon. All he had was the standard M392 issued to most designated marksmen, and while Bravo and Charlie might have been cut off from orbital support, he wasn't..... and he had clear view to the front of their building, roughly half a kilometer away. Moving away from his squadmates and over the roof as they continued to rain hot lead down on the Spartan's assailant, the Lance Corporal paused to squat down on the roof and pull out a small laser designator from his pack before pointing it towards the other end of the roof a fair distance away from both himself and his squadmates and painting the location, a high pitched tone emanating from his helmet's internal speakers to signify a good lock - seconds later, a dull boom sounded in the sky overhead.
Fireteams Bravo/Charlie
Shifting the grip on her rifle, Briana resisted the urge to glance over to either side and away from the waypoint approaching their building from outside as the rest of Charlie abandoned their push deeper into the structure to take up firing positions alongside Bravo squad, all twelve commandos squatting down behind pieces of furniture or leaning against walls or corners as they aimed their weapons out towards the front of the building, the tagged threat continued to rapidly bear down on their position before suddenly breaking through the treeline. The fuck was that? It almost looked like a giant sloth of some kind, but DAMN was it fast - fast enough to clear the forty five meters from the trees to the front of the building in the blink of an eye, only two of the faster trigger fingers managing to fire before it closed the distance before ten other rifles followed suit, AP rounds effortlessly punching through the glass and steel front of the building as the creature continued to barrel towards them as if intending to try and ram its way i- oh.
"Fall back, suppressive fire!" - Charlie's CO, and apparently he'd gotten the same idea as she had, the entire squad unanimously breaking from cover to backpedal further into the building, continuing to unload their rifles as Bravo reloaded, her own CO painting a second, blue waypoint further inside the building by Charlie, a clear order to follow suit. Slapping a fresh magazine into place, Briana could only agree as the massive creature met with the front of the building, Bravo squad immediately moving to follow Charlie as the other squad's weapons fell silent to reload, the slack immediately picked up by Bravo as they pulled further back into the building as well. Not a moment too soon, either - even as Briana stood up and began to fire and backpedal, one of the creature's arms lashed out towards her through the broken glass, shredding the table she'd been using for cover only a moment ago and sending a sizable chunk her way. Taken offguard by the sudden movement, the chunk of wood struck her hard in the chestplate, knocking her off of her feet with a grunt as the soldier fell onto her back.
Down on the ground and out of the line of fire, Briana back to scuttle backwards along the floor and hopefully out of the monster's reach, moving further into the building and back towards the other Helljumpers, both squads now firing at will to try and take the BOW down before it could try to tear its way into the building. As she'd thought earlier - she much preferred fighting Covenant.
Fireteam Delta
Travis had always been a bit curious about what it was like to have a SOIEV land right in your face - it was always a time honored tradition of the ODSTs to try and get a kill right on landing when dropping into a hot zone, especially given the notoriously difficult nature of hitting an infantry sized target at that speed by eyeballing it, and while he'd had yet to actually accomplish it himself, the act had piqued his curiosity from time to time. He had to imagine that it was a relatively painless way to go, all things considered, but as the creature crashed through the trees to ram into his half buried pod, a small portion of the Corporal's mind couldn't help but not the irony in that he'd asked himself that question again while dropping just a few minutes ago - and here was his own pod, now hurtling towards his face and the rest of his squad. Even as his mind went somewhat blank, however, the rest of his body immediately reacted, dropping to hit the deck as the rest of his squad either replicated his maneuver or dove off to either side as the vaguely egg shaped object flew by overhead, crashing into the building and the door that the techie had been working on so hard just a moment ago.
Just moments before the pod hit the building, though, Travis managed to actually get a good look of what had hit the pod - some sort of chameleon-sloth hybrid thing, or at least that's what it had looked like. The fur wasn't just for show, apparently - even as he watched it impact with the pod Travis couldn't help but note the odd, shimmering and almost translucent quality of the creature's pelt, at least until the world behind him exploded, a loud thud sounding next to his head as a chunk of concrete likely the source of his torso impacted the ground, shattering to pelt the side of his helmet and armor with pebble sized debris. Even as the rock dust billowed out from the building's new, smart car sized entrance, though, new sounds filled Travis' world as gunfire erupted to either side of him and a strong hand gripped the back of his pack, forcefully pulling him up off of the ground, to his feet and towards the building. Probably a good idea - the thing was fast, and out in the open they wouldn't stand a chance.
Stepping back through the hole and into the vehicle bay, the rest of Delta backed away from the entrance which was hopefully too small for the BOW to follow them through, the reinforced concrete walls hopefully too tough for the thing to tear its way in after them. Activating his helmet's VISR function to compensate for the dim light within the bay, Travis found himself treated to a sight of the creature as it finally began to recover from hitting the pod, the image enhancement filtering through the rock dust filling the air - and as it began to turn towards the building and move towards them again, the Corporal didn't miss a beat as he raised his rifle to bear on the creature before doing the one thing he had never done before - proceeding to fire off every one of the four armor piercing, sabot discarding tungsten rounds that the rifle held at a single target, the first of his sniper rifle's rounds aimed at the BOW's head as two of his other squadmates joined him at either side, all three at least twenty feet away from the makeshift entrance as they unloaded their rifles on the thing, only another moment passing before a fourth squadmate added his rifle to their suppressive fire as Travis reloaded. Further in the vehicle bay, their VISR modes now active as well, Delta's technician and CO moved further into the building to search for anything that they might find a use for.
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