[Phinneas]Current Conditions wrote:Location: Naruni "Logistical Supply Depot"
Time/Date: 10:50am LMT | ~Jan 25th
Environmental Conditions: 28°F (-2.2°C); Chilly, clear morning with wisps of high altitude clouds.
Phinneas swears that the corners of the Uteni's mouthless face curl into a devious smirk. The crazy thinks he spots a look with a mixture of a secret revealed and being mildly impressed, the alien quickly recovers into stoicism and repeats the relevant portion of the mission parameters, "Any battlefield salvage is yours for the taking." With that, the pod door closes and seals with a hiss. As the outside natural light is utterly replaced by indoor lighting, Phinneas comes to the sudden terrifying realization that there are no windows in the pod. Leaving its denizens without a means to see outside, left only with a single lever presumably meant to re-open the pod door once they land safely at their destination.Phinneas_Graves wrote: ↑Sat Mar 12, 2022 6:36 pmPhinneas climbs into an available seat in one of the pods. As he sits and waits for takeoff, Phinneas yells back to the Uteni, "Hey! No mouth guy! Do the cred sticks of these other guys count as salvage when they die? I mean, I'll be fine, but these other guys look like they won't make it too long!"
Moments later, the pod lurches as the Dragonfly takes flight. Phinneas isn't sure if it is his general state of paranoia, or the true reality of his situation, but the furtive glances of the other mercenaries enclosed within the pod with him suggests that his comment seems to have planted some manner of seed in their minds. A seed of mischief and profit. Exchanged whispers and stolen glances suggest secret alliances and backroom deals of two and three being quickly forged among those gathered.
The crazy finds himself somewhat of a pariah. None of the others appear willing to team up with him. Leaving only Mr. Boom Boom his most stalwart companion among the lot.
About 15 minutes of flight later, the continuous vibrations typical of high speed flight are interrupted with a sudden violent shake. The green strip lighting lining the pod's walls turn from green to orange. Everyone else in the pod takes this as an indicator to prepare to disembark. They quickly disengage their safety harnesses and crowd the pod hatch eager to be the first out the door to get first crack and glory and treasure. Phinneas quickly discovers his efforts to join the throng thwarted. Somehow Mr. Boom Boom's new hat jammed into the side of the harness release pin sometime during the flight, preventing its release.
The crazy is looking down, trying to puzzle out whether he needs to simply cut the harness when his ears are assaulted with the sound of a massive explosion. Heat washes over his face for a brief moment before it is replaced with wind and sucking air. Reflexively, Phinneas is able to snatch his backpack and duffel to hold on to his 'stuff' even as his senses adjust to his new reality.
The pod wall two feet adjacent to the hatch is now just a ragged hole. All the other mercenaries who had gathered next to the hatch are now gone, sucked out from the sudden decompression. Outside the pod, the view oscillates between the sky and the ground, rapidly getting larger. Instinctively knowing that he is more likely to live from a fall than a crash, Phinneas knifes himself free of his restraints and launches himself out of the pod through the newly formed opening with Mr. Boom Boom and his gear in tow.
In a flash of insight, he uses the tent from his duffel to act as a make-shift parachute (not that he has ever parachuted before), slowing his descent to the point of being able to non-lethally tuck and roll into his landing.
Once he gains his bearings a bit, Phinneas determines: that his drop pod crashed (along with the flaming bodies of some of the other mercenaries sucked out at higher altitudes). Three deployment pods were released in succession as their transport took missile-fire, with the fourth going down with the Dragonfly, currently a bit of a charred mess.
The crazy understands that he is currently alone, without fire support, with a massive gun battle to the north and some manner of missile batteries being launched from West of his location.
[((Phinneas takes 3d6: [5, 4, 6] = 15 SDC damage from the fall. Roll with impact for 1/2 damage.))
[Jez, Amber, Susan, Analoy, Eight]
Eight nods in agreement and provides the communication channel frequency for the GIRLS to key in. Should any decide to listen in, the chatter is primarily coming from the pilots of the transport Dragonflies signaling their status and readiness to head to the combat zone.
Both Amber and Jez (if she is listening) determine that aside from their Dragonfly, there are three others set to join them as reinforcements for the Naruni base defense.
During the flight, Eight continues to feed video of the fight to the squad, allowing them a bit more situational awareness of what they are about to deploy into.
About 14 minutes into the flight, the feeds are cut off, static noise dominating what Eight is receiving. Likewise, the communication channel is also flooded with static. Jez quickly determines that they have gotten close enough to the danger and signals for their pilot to drop the squad off.
While GIRLS are disembarking, Jez's hunch is confirmed as one of the other Dragonflies roars past. Flying heavy with a full compliment of 4 deployment drop pods, its options are limited as enemy missiles reach up from the ground to meet it. One by one, it releases its deployment pods, trying to lighten its load to maneuver and ultimately escape the hot landing zone. Its efforts are for naught as the bombardment results in flaming pods crashing to the ground and the Dragonfly itself being forced to crash-land with one pod still in the rack.
To the benefit of the GIRLS, they have a pretty good bead on where the missile launch units are. One to the East of their current location and one to the North.
Their own Dragonfly takes damage as it flies back in the direction they came, but manages to limp off the battlefield. The military minded among you know that the enemy knows that hostile forces have been deployed at your current location and so will likely be sending units to counter-attack soon.
((GM Note: Combat Posts!))