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Tavarian cursed himself for not getting there in time. [Well, I guess I should I finish the mission, don't you Justin?] Well yeah birdman! So get the girl! [you're so childish sometimes Justin.] I don't care, just go get the girl and finish the mission. [ok.] He walked up to lumbering Zuess. = Skullette= = Can I carry her now?=

Destiny is a freight train rolling along on a set course that only the conductor knows. When we get to the railroad crossing in our car, we can choose to stop and wait for the train to pass us by, or try to pull out in front of it and beat that bad boy across. That choice is our free will. If it's our destiny to be hit by the train, we will be hit by the train. The only thing we can change is how the train turns us into a hamburger.
- Sherrilyn Kenyon

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Miguel followed along closely behind the others. The chaos outside of the tunnel was everything he had ever dreamed of. Bullets flew, and explosions ripped through this and that, from grenades, and practically everything else.

Life was good.

~Miguel

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"If you live in the UK, dial 999. If you live in the USA, dial 911. If you're from another country... SO SORRY."

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Skullete's armor nodded in agreement with Birdman and she handed the Princess over to him. =Get her to the extraction point, and be careful! you lose her, we don't get paid!=

=Everyone! Break off and proceed to extraction rendezvous. We are leaving!=

-Skullette

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Reapress waited for Skullette to give the order before she took up jogging next to Miguel, it had been a hell of day, blood, bullets and nearly getting her head shot off by friendly fire, leaving the planet would be a welcome change though, she needed some sleep

-Grim Reapress

"I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well to tell you the truth in all this excitement I kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and would blow you head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?" -Harry Callahan

Hi, I'm from Detroit! (Yes it did suck)

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Skullette began following the path from the nanobots on the HUD in her suit. She could make out the other group starting to disengage form what looked like a hulking behemoth of tentacles up where the hanger had once stood. =Team lumberjack, link up. We can cover your withdrawl.=
She brought her gun up but saw little to immediately shoot at, but fired some quick suppression bursts in case anyone was dumb enough to stick their head up.
-Skullette

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Lukas picked up his gun again and waved in the direction of Skulettes Team.
=Roger Boss, moving to extract alpha.=
With nothing worth to shoot at, he made his way to the Marker on his HUD.

-Lumberjack

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Marcus covered team lumberjack as they fell into retreat, firing limited bursts from his gatling gun, while covering the rest of the area with his auto rifle

"This place is shite, let's hurry up to the choppa"

-Big E

At MCAS Miramar, drowning in Pilots and Sun

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Miguel joined Marcus, standing side by side with the massive Hades.

He opened fire with his own firearms, pouring as much lead down on the field as he could. He'd leave the extraction to those less inclined to his way of doing things. Personally, he was having the time of his life. No way was he going home.

~Miguel

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Angel just keeps running as a crater appears where she had been standing.  She staggers slightly as the shock of the blast shakes the ground beneath her, and again as the ground collapses beneath the Ogre.  She has to slow up to regain her balance, then takes in the situation and starts circling around to the rest of the team.

She checks their status readouts as she approaches, and runs up near Skulette as the group continue to make their way up toward the extraction zone.

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Skullette watched the big tank on the hill fumble into the crater that had been opened under it. She hoped it stayed down, but knew that was a pretty weak hope.

=Skullette to Archangel, Mission accomplished moving to extraction site Alpha. Get us a ride out of here pronto!=

A moment of two later the response from the tactical satellite that had been inserted into the moon's orbit called back.

=Archangel to Broncho Team. Evac pod is being deployed to rendevous Alpha. ETA 11 minutes.=

Skullette switched to the company wide broadcast.

=Ok, boys and girls, we've got to get to and hold the extraction zone for eleven minutes. If it moves @&#^ing kill it!=

-Skullette

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=Damn! 11 min?!= Lukas grumbled =thats a lot of time if they decide to get their act together!=
Still running towards Alpha, he looked for a nice place to set himself up with his gun.
Marcus Kilgore
=Big E, standard retreat legs, we have a lot of time to get everyone to the extraction zone, but we don't wanne waste it, do we?!=

Armored with faith, armed with knowledge, blessed with wrath.
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Miguel frowned slightly in his suit. He loved the killing and chaos that this allowed him to partake in, however... 11 minutes exposed was a long time. He still had enough self preservation to want to live through this.

He ducked behind the first decent piece of cover he could find. From here he could see part of the approach to their evac, and so he sat and waited, planning to keep enemies away... at least, from this direction.

~Miguel

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"If you live in the UK, dial 999. If you live in the USA, dial 911. If you're from another country... SO SORRY."

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The way to the extraction zone was lit up in the HUD of each Bronco's helmet. There were no immediate troops ahead of them, but several blips were clearly behind them. There would be little resistance in getting to the landing site, but likely it wouldnt take long for the surviving troops to regroup and come after them.

-GM

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Marcus just clicked his mike in response as he broke into the repeat pattern. Hoping his wounds wouldnt come apart again in the short span of time they'd been fixed. So he spoke to Joanie.

Half decent day wasnt it?

Certainly Marcus...

-Big E

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At MCAS Miramar, drowning in Pilots and Sun

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The time for powered suits to reach the extraction zone was very short, the wait for the ship however seemed to crawl. Skullette looked at her tactical display from the battle satellite that showed two groups of enemy troops converging on the landing zone. This was going to be a messy end to a messy day.

=Get yourselves to cover, this is gonna get a bit dicey when the ship gets here. I want heavy suppression of enemy formations. Keep them shooting blind and pray the shields on the ship hold.=

-Skullette

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=Boss i really don't wanne tell you how to do your job... but wouldn't it be saver to charge one group and then the other, instead getting nailed on the extraction point by forces from two directions?= Lukas asked.

-Lumberjack

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Jennifer Roth-Mud&Mercs|Felix Winter-Wing Commander|Jochen Baumann-Covert-81|Neera Anzari-Area 88 Waving Wings|Eric O'brien-Area 88 Crimson Skies|Torsten Winkler-Rainbow Six

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Angel takes up a position in cover, a little way behind the others.  She starts taking pot-shots in the direction of the enemy forces, but mostly tries to keep out of direct return fire.

"Eleven minutes to extraction... and how long until that Ogre climbs out of its pit?" she mutters to herself.

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Skullette calls back into her com. "This is a *&%$ing defensive posture. We have a package to deliver. Can't get paid if it... or we is dead."

Skullette checked her meter on Princess's vital stats. She was huddled over with Tavarian a couple hundred feet to the south. Last thing she needed was another mission to go south at the end and blow a job.

Tactical showed the ranks of the enemy closing on them. =Hold a 500 meter perimeter for the drop ship, but get them in close to it. Don't need any *&^%ing snipers that aren't our own.=  Where was a damn drop ship when you needed one!

-Skullette

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Tavarian was huddling behind a boulder waiting for the shots to stop firing and when the shots finally stopped he pocked a hand out to see if it was safe. Needless to say it was shot by a sniper. He jerked his hand back to see the wound.[ Justin what kind of rounds are these? ] = Can someone take out these f^/$ing snipers=

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Destiny is a freight train rolling along on a set course that only the conductor knows. When we get to the railroad crossing in our car, we can choose to stop and wait for the train to pass us by, or try to pull out in front of it and beat that bad boy across. That choice is our free will. If it's our destiny to be hit by the train, we will be hit by the train. The only thing we can change is how the train turns us into a hamburger.
- Sherrilyn Kenyon

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The fire from enemy troops gradually intensified. As the timer clicked down for the drop ship, it had gotten fairly dangerous around the extraction site. Skullette watched the tactical display showing enemy positions and her small circle of Bronchos. =All right, Here's what we do I want concentrated fire to push the enemy back. With any luck we will get a little air support shortly. Do not leave the extraction zone! Give em hell on 3. 3...2...1...=

She pulled around the front of the boulder she sheltered behind and took a heavy enemy shell to the chest of her armor. "#^$&! Damn it! Di get that patched up now. I need to shove these @#$%ers back!" She leveled her rifle and launched a series of grenades towards the enemy. The explosions made a bigger concussive blast than damaging them, but it certainly got their attention. She opened up with the rifle sending a stream of tracer fire towards the nearest enemy blips.

-Skullette

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Skullette blasted away mercilessly at the Scorpio troops trying to pin them down. No way she was having these bast arms deny her a paycheck when they had gotten so close. She watch three troopers crumple before her rifle, but more started popping up from behind. Diana let her know that her left leg was having a malfunction from enemy fire. She chose to ignore the warning and trust the suit could handle it.

The Scorpio troops kept coming as the Broncos desperately fought to hold them back. It was just a matter of time until their line broke and they started getting ripped apart. "÷=%×! Where is that ÷=%×ing ship!" Skullette called out as her knife lopped off the head of a Scorpio.

At that moment dawn broke, or lightening hit, or something awfully damned bright dropped in from the heavens. The ground around d the squad began erupting with light and fury. The advancing Scorpios vanished in a merciless barrage that shook each of the power suits.  And atop the rain of death, like and angel atop a flaming Christmas tree, came the drop ship.

The vessel lowered to the ground as its guns carved a perimeter of waste around the battered squad. Skullette got her wits about her once her teeth stopped chattering. =Let's go Broncos! We got a ÷=%×ing package to deliver! Get on that ship!= she ran up alongside the lowered boarding ramp and covered her people as they and their princess cargo chambered on board. As the ship began lifting off she hung just inside the ramp looking down of the destruction they had caused. Just another day on the job. She hit the button to close the ramp and made her way to an available jump cradle. "Good job everybody. Let's go home."

The jump ship climbed in altitude and in to the open arms of space. Just a short hyper sleep, and they would be back to their normal lives... in prison.

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