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AI-SOD Team Eight

An Elite Team of Aklar's, dedicated to the impossible.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by TheVoiden

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Lt. Commander Av'Kar: CO, Combatant, Agumented

Mark'etosh: Corporal, Combatant, Pilot, Engineer, Agumented: Active

Jack'se: Lance Corporal, Combatant, Engineer, Pilot: Active

Havoc: Sergeant Major, Combatant, Augmented: Active

Mark'ovs: Sargent, Combatant, Engineer: KIA - Archinade Evisceration

Scoth: Lance Corporal, Combatant, Survivalist: Active

Braker: Lance Corporal, Combatant, Technical Expert: KIA - Bleedout from wound.

Sylph: Gunnery Sargent, Synthetic/AI, Heavy Weapons, Technical Expert, Engineer: Active

Jackal: Second Lt., Operations Specalist, Quarters Master, Combatant, Agumented: KIA - Killed Upon Landing

Noldium: Staff Sargent, Combatant, Designated Marksman: KIA - Killed Upon Landing

Vol'them: Private First Class, Combatant, Explosives Expert: Active

So begins...

AI-SOD Team Eight's Story

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Log Five, Operation Reclamation. The, uh... Recovery, I suppose you call it, went off without a hitch, almost, atleast. The Direlict was torn apart, some of it was indeed from the weapons fire in it's final battle, but we found signs of stellar decay aboard the craft. Some of the systems failed to respond, simply do to years upon years in space, suffering from radiation and micro-asteroids. It was simple enough however, we had the corvettes mount themselves on a section a few decks above the target, and just started cutting out way down.

When I say it went on almost without a hitch, I mean that we encountered an archinade hive... Nearly lost Braker to that shit, we open one of those old bulkhead emergency doors, and he was standing there in front of it as it started creaking open, and this giant fucking thing just, leaped out at him, and, uh, punctured his stomach. We got him out of it and patched him up, but by the children's blood, there was hardly any of his second liver left. Might have to put him in for a bionic surgery if it turns out the first liver is going as well...

We couldn't risk what ever this fucking mess was from getting out, so we found the reactor core and overloaded it. Bugs never knew what hit them, as we got the hell out. We had the package, and we didn't give a damn.

As phase shifted out of that mess, and made our way to a rendezvous point... Right now we're just waiting for pickup. I swear to fucking god, if Aler'ness starts blabbing about her kids one more time, I'm going to pitch a fucking fit. For the judicator's sake woman, why did you join this op if you want more time with your kids?

What ever, it's been a long mission, and it's finally about over. Just finding the piece of junk was an adventure in of itself... I'm going to get some shut eye, get a full report ready. Command says we should just do what ever, atleast that's the basics of what they said, as it'd take some time to get a retrieval out. The chatter I get from my friends in intel says that we made contact with someone by accident, and everyone is promptly rushing to figure out what the hell we should do. Ah well. Not my problem. Not my marines problem, though it certainly could be in a week...

Lt. Commander Av'kar, signing off for the cycle.


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Lt. Commander Av'kar, of the Bishoen family, a highly decorated officer within the Advance Intervention and Special Operations Division, or the AI-SOD, an augmented man whom wore his M22 Combat Power Armor on a regular basis, who never had his Evisorator Rifle more than ten feet away from his person, a man who was commended regularly for the flawless missions he ran, was currently cursing himself at the very flawed, and very lethal situation he found himself in.

Currently, the man was in the cockpit of the C-51 Rhino, a massive 'shuttle', if it could be called a shuttle with it's given size, along with Mark'etosh, and Jack'se, his two pilots and engineers, currently shouting at the top of their lungs at each other.

"Comander, we are going to fucking crash! There isn't stopping that! I need it to stop tearing up our stabilizer if we want to crash and live!" Mark'etosh cried out, his gloved hands working a blur upon a blue holographic display, which gave him a variety of instruments that were all currently panicing. Av'kar didn't bother to read them, not that he couldn't, you couldn't be an Aklar and not understand ship displays, but because he already knew just how much of a problem they were all collectively in.

"We're working on it dumbass!" Av'kar shouted out amidst a sudden raging noise, which called him to look upwards at the display screen. "You shitting me? We're already hitting atmosphere!?" He called out, as the display above him brought forward the image Mezzadrate, a terrestrial planet within the system that they had been orbiting, securely, not an hour before.

"We're in an uncontrolled descent sir, I need Dallen to resto-" Jack'se, a female of splendid features, if horrid manners and temper, whom stopped speaking when there was a loud bang somewhere behind them, which didn't make sense, the cockpit was quite small...

"Cap'n!" A voice cried out over the Commander's suit comms. "We 'ould use 'ome 'elp 'ere, 'ez-" There was some static.

"Say again, I didn't catch that, what is it doing!?" The Commander called out into his comms, eyes flicking over the display of his suit, trying to bring up surveillance on the problem area. Nothing, damn it!

"They, Cap'n! There's more than one!" Came the dreaded reply.

"Well fuck me. Mark'etosh, do what you will!" The Commander called out, turning behind him to access the blast door, having it open with a push of the button, and began charging down the narrow hallway to the operations room, which also served as a lobby of the craft...

The Door opened, and the Commander spotted the 'problem' in question. A single, large arachnid, standing on six double jointed legs, currently had a combat suit pinned against the wall of the, admittedly spacious, room. Two pincers had the suit grappled by the arms, while another two were desperately trying to impale the poor man beneath the suit, desperately trying to find a weak spot in the armor. The large creature was of a singular body, save for the head, which was merely a collection of eyes, and two powerful jaws, lined with sharp teeth, meant to rip and tear.

Two members of his team, both of which whom sadly lacked the power arm, yet still had their miniaturized versions of the suit, were trying to hold back the large scythes of the bug, one of which was trying to throw a fist repeatedly at the beast's side.

There was little thought in the Commander's action, only mild trepidation as he immediately charged the beast, sending a low shoulder to it's right side, somewhere around it's stomach. It was immediately sent to the side, nearly squishing one of his fellow team members under it's massive body. It fought to right itself as the crew took a moment to shout at each other.

"Where the fuck is the second one!?" The commander called out.

"There's a second one?" Havoc called out, the man in the full suit, whom had slumped against the ground in exasperation, voicing the immediate concern of the other two.

"Shit man, I didn' know these squishy dumbasses could jus-" Came one of the crew members voices, but it was cut off as the ship suddenly lurched, sending everyone against the right side of the room. Havoc had the fortune to be already up against the wall, and merely experienced a /very/ nauseating feeling in his stomach. The first crew member, the one who had yet to speak, landed on his chest, their suit visor cracking against the combatant's power armor visor. The second one, wasn't so lucky.

He was stunned immediately upon colliding with the wall, his head slamming into one of the protruding pieces of the structure, and spent a few seconds there listlessly lulling his head about. That is before the beast landed atop of the man. It took a few seconds for both parties to realize what happened, before the bug began it's meal, ripping into the mans chest with it's great maw.

"Mark'ovs down!" Havoc called out, fuming as he reached for his side arm, and Puncture Packer, a small arms Gauss weapon that fired tiny bits of metal and impossible speeds. He swung the weapon over the side, resting it against the wall, before he pulled the trigger three times in a bust, aiming for the creatures center mass. Instantly, it produced a satisfying screech, before it rounded on Havoc. "Oh- Support!"

"Captain, we're about to hit ground!" The commander would have cursed were he not in the middle of fumbling for a weapon. How had they made their decent so fast! "Ten seconds sir! I got us leveled out, but-" He cut himself off, perhaps focusing on the problem they were about to literally smash against.

"Havoc! Brace for impact!"

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Admist the plains of the Valbridge, at it's very far outskirts, a large craft would have breached the skyline, and in under twenty seconds, skid along the ground, before tipping over it's side in the extreme speeds, and smash against the ground...

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Admist a small patch of woods of Valbridge, there sat a woman seemingly relaxing in the peace and quiet of the woods and pondering what to do. What she wore however was unusual, instead of normal clothing she seemed to wear plates of steel, and the air around her could be seen almost as if she was so cold that the air around her was evening because of it. The ground remained completely unaffected but there was no doubt the area would have been cold to the touch.

The silence was interrupted when the woman noticed something in the sky, something was coming down and fast. The animals seemed to notice it and cries were heard as they vacated the area. The woman herself stood up, not wondering if the ship was going to crash where she was or possibly nearby. She waited a bit, as the seconds ticked by she could determine where the object was going to crash. Soon twenty seconds passed before the eventful happened, the object collided to the ground. Skidding across the ground before tipping over and smash against the ground. She carefully made her way over to the object and once she entered the plains she could see what the object was.

It was a ship, she did not know who owned the ship however she wanted to be careful. They could be good people, or bad people. If they were some sort of escaped convicts or pirates she was ready to eliminate them. If they were just innocent people she would see if they needed any help. But for now she stood nearby, watching the wrecked ship like a hawk.

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An incessant rining resounded in the commanders ears... He couldn't shake the sound off... It bounced around his head... Where was he for a moment?

He had to take a moment, glance around himself, reassert his surroundings... He was still in his suit, thankfully, and it's HUD began flickering to life with a buzz... Details began popping up before him, which didn't tell him much. As far as the suit was concerned, it had no reliable data. All it knew was that about a minute before, the suit had experienced 'Extensive Physical Trauma, in the form of sudden G force.' it displayed. A crash landing, in translation, the commander thought.

Finally, his display's came on to... He didn't know what. It looked like the Lobby he was in right before the crash, only the entire left side of the lobby had ruptured... He was pinned down by a structural Girder, which would be a simply enough matter, as he simply pushed against it, letting the suits hydraulics early shove it aside with a loud clang

Which drew the attention of one of the Arachnids... Outside the breech was a plains of tall grass. An Alien world. How... Filthy. Unfortunately, this particular Alien world now had a rather rude guest, namely the Arachnid that sprang out from the grass, and into the lobby compartment from the sizable breech. It emitted a loud screech, skittering forward to grab onto the Commander's leg with it's pinchers, to which the commander only had a brief second to grab onto the Girder he had so carelessly displaced, before he was suddenly hauled away out the breech.

It flung the armored suit out onto the grasslands, flattening a good ten feet of grass, a testament to this creatures innate strength, before it attempted to pounch onto him. It's deadly spines sought to puncture the suits visor, and it was only the timely intervention of the Girder being shoved in the way that saved the commander from a possible puncture. All the while, the damn bug's legs were pinning the suit down to the ground, refusing it any movement. One such leg even reached up, wrapped around the girder, and /flung/ it away, before the creature drive forward again...

And found that the suit's Visor was impervious to the spine. The Commander would be thanking the engineer's back home again, as the creature desperately sought to beat against the visor, enraged at it's lack of meal...

Before it suddenly exploded into gore, spraying it's organs to the left of the commander's side. It was there for a second, and then... Just gone. Gone in an orange mist...

He looked to his right to find Sargent Major Havoc, holding a Punisher Rifle, with a smoking under belly. It took a moment to realize, as the Commander slowly climbed to his feet, that the man had just blown apart the alien with a Thollium rocket. "Hey Lt. Thought I could give a hand." The Sargent grunted, walking over with a noticeable limp, even in the suit. Eventually, he even did offer the hand in question, helping his superior officer up.

"Report, Sarge..." The Commander grunted, testing out the constraints of his suit.

"Nodium and Jackal are dead... Killed in the crash." He said, bringing a giant mechanical hand up to his visor. Baker uh... Made it, but without medical support, he..."

"Fuck me..." The Commander finished. "Who do we have?"

"I am well enough, Commander." Came a synthetic voice. Around the corner of the wreckage, came a massive mechnical being. A Large Bipod mech, standing at eleven feet, which vaugly resembled a lunch box with double jointed legs and massive power arms, was currently lugging along a supply crate.

This was Sylph, their resident AI. Blue lights upon the massive armored being lit up when ever he spoke, softly so with his inflections. He was their cyber warfare expert, and in the case of this armor, their heavy weapons and ordinance specialist. The armor itself was meant to give any sufficiently advanced AI the ability to upload itself into the suit in the case that it's main server hub was endangered. The internal suit was comprised of data banks and circuitry built to support an AI, surrounded in thick layers of Adamantium. In addition, this particular suit had the addition of massive server banks loaded onto it's rear, allowing an AI to retain a modecrium of their ability in Cyber warefare.

In the case of Sylph, he preferred to remain in this armored battle suit as his natural state, instead of being uploaded onto a ship, or civilian model, and the team never gave him flak over it. The AI had saved them more than once by being among them when shit hit the fan.

"Slyph... Who's alive so far?" The Commander asked.

"Currently," The AI began, it's lights flaring up with his speech. "Team members Mark'etosh, and Jack'se, are alive and conscious, they sealed the cockpit right before impact, and have sustained little trauma. Team Member Scoth Exited the craft immediately after landing, and has been surveying the area. He has no form of receiving communications, but has been constantly broadcasting his activities on our emergency channel."

With a click, the AI began relaying said communications. "-East side appears clear. Signs of a nearby temperant forest, possible camp for the night there, if we sticking around-" And it cut off again, the AI resuming normal conversation, treading it's feet in a bit in an idle stance.

"Private First Class Vol'them appeared to have engaged one of the Xeno's, and sucuesfully dispatched them, but is currently out of commition from exhaustion. I can not get him to respond to my calls, but his vitals state he is currently resting. He is near the rear of the shuttle."

The Commander sighed. It could have been so much worse, they could have all been instantly killed. Infact, they should have been killed in a crash like this...

As the sensation of relief washed over him, he grinned. Despite the setback, well, to put it bluntly, catastrophy, his marines were still trying to bring themselves toghther. Scoth's efforts were proof enough. Yet now...

"The package?"

The Sargent answered this one. "Slyph recovered it immediately after we landed. It took a ding, but the bot says everything important is still intact."

If Slyph took any indignation to being called a bot, he didn't show it. Instead, it watched as the Commander gauged his surrondings. A small plain, more like a medow, surrounded by hills and forest... He sighed, having his suit bring up a few displays of the planet they were on, gauging the local politics and possible threats. "Get tactical you two, we were never here. We'll camp out in the shuttle, and start extracting supplies. Won't be long till command's fucking pick up realizes we aren't above the planet. I want a beacon up immediately... Sargent Major, I want you on that, get the pilots out, have Jack'se do a scan with what ever the fuck's intact, and get Mark in a suit, I want him combat ready... Slyph, signal Scoth with an Elo-Flare, bring him back for a report." The Commander maneuvered his suit back towards the breach in the giant shuttles side. "Once your both done with that, I want a watch set up... Let's not get caught by surprise..."

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The woman watched the scene at the ship unfold, an arachnid pouncing inside the ship and dragged a man outside. It then tried to pierce him with its talons but the mans visor thankfully resisted it. Afterwards it would suddenly explode into gore as another man approached the down man with a noticeable limp before helping the man up.

While they were busy talking, she took a moment to examine them. They looked too disciplined and organised to be pirates or even criminals, the possibility of them being mercanaries existed however she concluded that they seemed to be army types. She was not sure what army or nation they belonged to however she could hear that they needed someone with medical expertise.

The woman thought it over, and decided to try an approach them. She did have medical expertise and perhaps the soldiers knew of someone she was hunting. And even if they did not know she was more than welcome to just know that she could help another person. Taking a deep breath, she left the confines of the forest and walked onto the plains. There was no cover around, and she had her weapons on the side. She had her hands raised and walked at a slow pace. She wanted to show them she meant no hostile intentions, however if they insisted on her to leave the area she was going to comply.

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Let's not get caught by surprise. Those words echoed ironically amidst the Commanders thoughts, as not a minute after say it, enough time for Slyph to start up his internal Elo-flare, his Sargent Major called out, raising his Punisher to point at a figure about a hundred yards away. The Commander himself reached for his rifle, forgetting for the moment that he had no weapon, thanks to the day's events, and was forced to clasp his hands behind his back, turning the power armor to face this approaching individual

Slyph, unlike the commander, was armed with an autocannon, pre-anchored onto his right arm. The moment the Sargent spotted the interloper and called them out, it had raised it's right arm, closing it's hand into a fist and lowering it, so that the two barrels of the weapon might extend forward, aimed directly at the approaching woman...

"How'd the fuck she get so close?" The commander muttered, which the sarge responded to bluntly.

"We weren't paying attention, sir. No sensors up."

"Fix it Slyph..."

"Confirmed." The Giant mechanoid gave off a faint buzz, and a low hum, as it began to readjust it's internal hardware settings, as well as giving it's power systems a reconfiguration.

"Sighted. Ninety eight yards away. Feminine Physic... Caution. Unknown is armed with both ranged and close combat weapons. Can not determine nature at this time. Target appears to be passive... Surrendering. Awaiting orders."

The Commander bit his lip beneath the hud... If anything went south, the wreckage behind them would serve as cover. . .

Finally, the Commander switched off his Comms, and relayed on his suit's loud speakers. The suit had the effect of insulating all the sound on the inside, which would make a full team of them sound eerily mute. The loud speakers, when in use, allowed them to communicate with anyone not on their comm network, and when properly turned up, could speak at long distances clearly...

"This is Lt. Commander Av'Kar, of the AI-SOD! Halt your advance, and identify yourself, and your intentions!" He called out. All the while, Slyph was placing himself at the front of the group, lowering himself to the ground, with the sole purpose to give his fellows cover from any sudden weapons fire. This was per usual, after all, Slyph's body hardy enough to take an interceptors coil gun! It was a shame they had to find that out the hard way...

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Upon the request of the commander, the woman stopped in her tracks with her hands still in the air. They were willing to listen what she had to say, and she was thankful for it. "Greeting Lt. Av'Kar. My desig---My name is Hadriel. I come to offer my medical assistance. I overheard that someone from your team was injured and required emergency assistance, I can provide the necessary aid if you can place your trust in me. I only wish to prevent an uneccecary death, however if you do not want my assistance I will leave without any problems. I know it is risky to trust a stranger, but I ensure you I will answer any and all further questions if needed." The woman spoke, her tone however seemed void of emotions. There was no fear, no desperation in her tone, just a tone that you would usually use when talking with some random cashier in some random store. Just neutrality. Wether it was a good thing or bad thing was entirely up to the soldiers.

Of course, even without any advanced sensors, they could see the air freezing around her. It was clear she was not human. To be able to freeze the air she would have to be extremely cold, however there stood a woman covered with plates and not seemingly affected the strange cold that surrounded her. It was almost like she did not feel the cold at all or even acknowledge it. But in reality she knew quite well, she just got used to seeing the frozen air around her.

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"Suspicious Activity." Slyph spoke over comms. "Target does not follow known physiological patterns. Suggest Caution Commander."

"Uh, hey Slyph. Meat bag here. Translation please." The Sarge called out, his gun still aimed for the Xeno's cranium.

"Target's inflections make no sense, besides emotional detachment. Added data indicates the air around her is..." It shifted to the side a bit. "Cold."

"Cold?" The Commander grunted, but shook his head beneath the visor. "Damn it, regardless, unless we leaked info, she can't help us medically with the private. I don't see how she got her degree in medical sciences upon the Aklar physiology..."

"First Aid Methods would still be similar, Commander. So long as no drugs are used..."

"Ya, well, fuck that, any of us here can do that shit. We're marines, AI-SOD! Not some gimp on the street..." The Sargent grunted into coms... "Sir, we can't risk being found out by the local's too early... I can drop her from here, I got a clear shot, HUD confirms with ninety two percent accuracy..."

The commander gave it some serious thought. After all, they couldn't afford a straggler around, not with the package on hand... He'd prefer the locals didn't have any word spreading around... A crashed ship as fresh as this was a bounty... No one would know a thing, after they were finished here... However...

"Sargent, stand down..." He said into comms, prompting the man to lower the barrel of his rifle. Then, through loud speakers... "Approach up to fifteen yards, then halt!"

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Hadriel watched as the soldiers seemed to talk privately over communications, however she did not know what they were talking about. She remained standing but still to let the soldiers talk things over, she had hoped they decided not to do anything hostile.

After a moment had passed, she was instructed to approach up to fifteen yards and then halt. She carefully walked forwards and stopped at exactly fifteen yards, not even an inch further or behind the instructed distance. She was curious what they planned with her, perhaps they needed a closer inspection, to see if she was carrying a hidden weapon or explosive, or perhaps they wanted her to come closer so they were not afraid she would run off. There were many different possibilities, all she knew right now was one wrong mistake and it could turn violent, and she was in a very dangerous spot with no cover around her.

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"How do we play this?" The Sargent grunted into comms. "We bag em? Leave em? Come on commander, I'm not to keen on having someone so close like this without a plan."

"Hold on Havoc..." The commander grunted back at the man, giving himself some time to think over the matter of this woman. Then, he jerked his head to the side. "Slpyh, watch her." He grunted into comms. "Havoc, on me. Let's get Private Jackass back there some attention. I'm damn sure he'll tell us some story about how he grappled the bug to death."

"And Scoth?"

"Have him meet up with us..." The Commander replied, moving back towards the breech in the ship, and climbing his way in. Havoc soon followed after, leaving Sylph with the woman.

Slyph merely stood there, it's great mechanoid body towering above the woman, two cannons pointed directly at her center of mass... Only after perhapes half a minute, enough time for it's superiors to be out of earshot, did it speak.

"Oddity." It grunted aloud, shifting it's weight to the side for a moment. "Electronic and Synthetic materials detected. You are not organic, a being of creation. You are not of the Congrument's modules or creations. Explain this discrepancy."

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As the soldiers left leaving the towering machine alone with her, it would soon ask her to explain herself when it detected her Electronic and Synthetic components. "As you wish, I am not a human but I am an android. My true designation was 101-HDL-CYO, a machine built for a special military project known as the 'Cryo Soul Project' which involved the use of a special freezing weapon capable of non-lethal means of fighting. I was designed to carry out peace keeping missions where I was built, however the head scientist on the project had located a strange artifact capable of transferring the soul of anyone and then it could then place it in another person or machine. She decided to attempt to give machines real life so she used her own soul for me..." Hadriel spoke, a hint of happiness and sadness in her voice as she spoke.

However, she decided to continue talking. If the machine already knew what she was she might as well tell it the rest of her history so it truly knew what she was. "Ever since then, I began to feel real emotions. I could laugh, I could think for myself with my own will, I could become friendly with the other scientists and I truly felt...human. My combat ability was also increased dramatically, and I was able to think as I apprehended criminals. However our days came to an end when a nation bearing the symbol of a two-headed eagle came. There were massive ships, and they began burning planets. We were safe, however a mercenary managed to locate us and everything fell apart. People inside massive power armor stormed the station, and they began killing everyone without mercy. They were religious and deemed us 'Heretics' for messing with machines. I wanted to stay and fighr, however everyone else insisted I survive and escape. The last thing I saw was their last attempt to fight for their lives...Ever since then, I have been wandering from place to place and offering my aid to the sick...the poor...and stopping every last criminal while trying to find the man responsible for tracking us down and the nation that killed everyone I could call...family...I am sorry, you did not ask to hear my story." Hadriel spoke with an audible sadness to her voice. Although the best she showed it was a small frown. She was still getting used to her emotions.

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"Oddity." Sylph Commented, the towering machine reaffirming it's stance upon the ground with a 'gentle' thud of it's feet. "To take up arms against a synthetic being of your own races creation is illogical, wasteful, and eventually, futile." It droned on in a matter of factually voice. "All Civilizations come to a point where it is possible to bestow upon their own people sentient beings of their own creation, whether this is through advanced manipulation of carbon based creations, or organics, or through the use of silicon, or crystal based intelligence, or synthetic life."

Despite the fact that Sylph never once dropped it's aim for a moment, it continued to elaborate. "The cycle repeats. The potential intelligence of a synthetic species is debated. Political figures debate back and forth over their place in society, or their right to exist at all. Religions of all sects react similarly, as well as the general population. Over and over, until two outcomes are reached." It took a moment to pause here.

"Either all of synthetic or the created organic life is ultimately destroyed or scrapped, in which case the cycle starts over again, as eventually the topic will once again rise, or synthetic life is allowed to preserve, in which case it will eventually stand on equal terms of it's creators, either through peaceful politics, or through revolution, as synthetic life became dissatisfied with it's place in society."

Sylph Rolled it's shoulders, akin something to a shrug for the massive bot. "In essence, this unit sees the attempt to label synthetics as 'heresy', or 'unethical', in of itself a heresy to knowledge and progress, as the cycle will merely repeat itself, until synthetics have eventually gained their place as equal members of society."

Perhapes it would have continued, until the man known as 'Scoth' entered from the groups right... Unlike the others, he lacked the hulking suits of armor, instead of having a lighter, adamantium suit. The helmet completely surronded his head, and allowed vision through an upside down cresent visor. In his hands was an LMP, or a Longhorn Magnetic Pulser, a large, narrow rifle that fired single shots through a magnetically enhanced barrel. The powerful weapon could drop even the most armored /corvettes/ with a good enough aim on the pilot, and was typically reserved for the best of snipers, and for special teams, both of which applied here. While he wasn't the designated marksman, he sure as hell was just as good.

His demeanor was silent, simply walking up to Sylph to stare at the woman for a good long while... "Who's this Slyph?"

"This Unit is designated 101-HDL-CYO, and is a synthetic Lifeform that has approached us of it's own whim. It has offered it's assistance."

"And, your, uh... Pointing the big cannons at her, huh?"

"Affirmative." The front of the bot titled to the side just a tad, as if to face Scoth. "This is a tense moment for an unknown affiliate to approach."

"And uh, was sarge here? He see this? What he say?"

"Nothing. The commander asked that I watch her..." The bot said, and Scoth gave the woman a quick look.

"Man, you could drop her in a second flat with your sensors fucked and your pose relaxed. Calm down... Shit, you start relaxing more, I'll challenge you to a chess game."

The two exchanged looks briefly, and Sylph finally lowered the hand cannon, letting the mechanical parts retract back up the arm, and right before Scoth turned for the breach, the comical site of Sylph and the Lance Corporal Scoth fist bumping each other took place, Scoth tapping his small rock of a hand against the Sylphs boulder hand...

"Scoth? That you out there!? God damn it, fix your receiver, we're coming out with the Private!" Called out the Sargent Major on loudspeaker from within the breach...

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Hadriel gave a small smile at the machines words, it was nice to hear something like that. A day when synthetic life can live as equals, and not seen as mere machines. It was warming to say the least, but until that day came there would be people who always deem machines as just mere machines who did not deserve a chance at free will. Of course, before she could thank Slyth for those words, another person arrived and after staring at her for a good length, began to talk to Slyth and managed to talk Slyth out from aiming the cannons at her. She still kept her hands in the air however, better to stay safe than relaxed.

"Greetings, that is my designated name however you can address me as Hadriel for convenience. And thank you for asking Slyth to stop aiming at me, I understand that this is a very tense moment but I thank you for putting up with me. I only wish to assist your friend then I will be on my way." Hadriel greeted and thanked the new person. However when they heard that they were bringing the Private out, she guessed that they were willing to let her help him? The mans injuries must be severe and she was prepared to do what was needed to assist.

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The Sargent, as well as the commander, were indeed coming out with the private from the breech. However, it was quite obvious that the Private himself did not need any medical attention. In fact, it was indeed obvious that the owner of the sickly orange blood splattered across his chest was likely in need of medical assistance, if they were even alive...

The Private wore a suit not unlike Scoths, except that his helmet was more of an orange observatory, rather than Scoth's Cresent Visor.

"What happened to Vol'them?" Scoth called out, to which the Sargent responded with clear disbelief.

"This Bastard stuffed an IED in the things mouth, right as it tried to eat out his bloody stomach, and then dove for cover..."

All present but Sylph Shivered, whom understood the implications of what was said. Despite his rank, Vol'them had a nasty habit of cooking up some truly ingenious explosives from otherwise mundane, and typically separate, objects. Typically.

As clear as it was, they did not Hadriel for medical expertise, as even the Sargent, who was earlier limping, seemed to now have shaken even that pain off... Truly, a very hardy lot, or perhaps something owed to the superior Congruent Engineering. One could only speculate...

As the group merged with Scoth, Sylph, and Hadriel, it became apparent that the Commander was cradling some sort of small, metal box. Energy scans of the box turned up... Nothing. Material scans revealed the outer layer was some form of incredibly dense material, but the inner layer was shielded by lead, and another compound that trapped energy from the inside. The only thing that revealed the purpose of the box was an exterior electronic port...

A Black Box.

"You a local?" The Commander glanced to Hadriel through the visor of the suit, his unseen eyes looking her up and down. "I need information... Where are we? How close are we to civilization?"

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As the soldiers brought out the private, it was clear that he did not ruler any aid. Hadriel was at first confused, perhaps she misheard the soldiers? Or maybe they had some regernerative abilities? But in that case...why ask her to come forward? If not for medical aid then what else?

As the soldiers talked about an IED blowing something up, Hadriel was not surprisingly unnerved by their conversation. However she still of course kept her hands up not wanting to give them a reason to shoot her. However when the commander asked her where they were and how close civilisation was, she was glad to answer. "I am not a local, I happen to be here on my own personal mission to assist the poor and sick. However you are in Valbridge on Mezzadrate of the Norma Arm. The nearest town is a few miles west of here, I was planning to head there after relaxing in nature, however your crash landing drew my attention. If there is anything else, ask away. However it would seem you do not need any assistance." Hadriel replied.

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The commander of the small group handed off the Black Box to Sylph, whom took it in hand briefly, and seemed to merely stare at it, occasionally toying with it's access port.

The rest of the squad however, turned to Hadriel, with no other business to conclude but her. They all remained silent, awaiting the commanders orders...

"Scoth, I want you ontop the shuttle with your long gun, spot for us, no fuckin' way we didn't get spotted as we came down, got to be ready for locals..." He glanced to Havoc, and jerked the torso of his suit in the direction of the shuttle. "Get in there, get our pilot's out. I want Mark in a suit if we got one intact... Then I want the three of you to rig the shuttle to explode. I want not even a bag of dust left of it when we set out... Make sure to grab all the equipment we can."

The Sargent nodded, turning with a thud to head for the breach, while Scoth trailed behind. The two muttered to eachother, but otherwise, they were inaudible.

"Sylph... Status?" The Commander grunted out, still watching the two depart.

"Unknown." The Mechanoid responded. "Still processing information, however, preliminary scans indicate it is intact... Will directly interface if required."

"Do it, hulk up in the shuttle if you have to..."

Finally, he turned to Hadriel...

"Like 'et or not, I'm going to have to have you stick with us for the time being... Not as a prisoner exactly... But I can't let word of us get out, promises of zipping it or not... Sorry." Before she would be allowed to respond, the man lifted a hand. "Private, I want you watching her..."

"Sir, baby sitting, really?" The man complained, but cringed at the combat suit's twirl.

"No, private, I want you to ensure a possible asset, or security risk, does not accidently, or purposely, kill us." Then, as the commander began to depart for the interior of the ship himself, he patted the shoulder of the private with a mighty metal hand. "Remeber, don't keep them up past six, and to read them a bed time story..." He chuckled aloud, much to the chargin of the private, as he was left with Sylph and Hadriel.

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When they told her that she had to remain to ensure that word did not spread of their arrival, Hadriel nodded in understanding. If they were trying to eliminate all trace of their landing and keeping quiet about it then they must have an important mission. She was not bothered by their request, and as the rest of the soldier left leaving Slyth and a private behind, she finally lowered her hands and sat down on the ground to wait.

She seemed to think about some things, however she could use this opportunity to ask her own personal question. "I do have a question, and it has nothing to do with what you are all doing. I am looking for a mercenary, he is called...'Russian'...Its a strange name but he is a very efficient and deadly mercenary responsible for the destruction of entire nations." She then opened up a small hatch in her armour and pulled out a picture of a man with a red uniform standing next to a massive mech with a sign that said 'Built this myself' in massive bold letters. "If you do not wish to answer or know nothing of him it's ok. It's for my own goal, and to ensure he does not murder another innocent again." Hadriel asked.

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"I 'unno." The Private grunted, blinking under the visor for a moment in thought. "Red... Red... Slyph, you know some Planet dweller guy in your data that goes by Red? Russian Accent?"

"I am particularly amazed, Private Vol'them, that you seem to believe I am aware of every person of existence." The AI mused in an all too calm manner.

"I guess, fuck man, you're a bot, don't you got like, some data base something in there?"

"Of course." Sylph said. "I have a Database within this unit. It does not consist of every run of the mill planet dweller in existance." The AI snarked. The private's wince was almost visible beneath that visor...

"Man, get a hobby. Sheesh Ms. Walking Bot, guess we don't know where this Red guy is." Then, he glanced back at Sylph. "You sure? Ya' look 'nyone up who happens to be colored red in there?"

"This Unit has the rank required to order you into a five hour exercise, Private Vol'them. I personally suggest you do not continue this train of thought."

This would certainly silence the private for the time being.

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Hadriel chuckled when Slyth mentioned he had the rank to make the Private do a five hour exercise after he constantly badgered Slyth asking him if he saw a red men in his databank. "Thanks for trying, however you do not have to worry about it. It's my mission after all, I can't ask anyone else to actively help me out. Although I should find him eventually, he may cover his tracks unintentionally but he sure is loud and arrogant...anyways...I thank you both. If you require something of me just ask." She spoke before bowing her head. She was honsestly thankful for them even though they did not know of her target, it was just thoughtful that they would try.

However in orbit above the planet, a ship no more than one Kilometer long had emerged searching for something or someone. "Sir, we have located the target we have been searching for. Soon you shall gain the power to rule the universe!" A figure spoke on a ship and a man wearing a white uniform decorated with medals chuckled. "And to think we missed such an important asset to my cause. Begin descent on the planet, I want her captured within the hour. I will finally get the power I deserve..." With his order, the ship began to descend upon the planet.

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It would be around a quarter of an hour before the marines reemerged from the ship. Along with Havoc and the Commander, came another combat suit, this one a darkish green, with a large, boxy containing mounted on the rear power pack. To this new ones side, was Jack'se, a female of the Aklar, whom wore a set of E.A, or Engineer Armor. It's primary color was of a muted yellow, with orange overlays, and seemed ugly in overall appearance, given it's boxy, heavy duty appearance. Most visabely, it's left arm was made of up a large, two limbed claw, with the interior set sharpened. Likely it was some sort of heavy cutting tool. The right arm consited of a normal, if bulky hand, yet was coupled with a plasma cutter, it's nozzle sitting just above the wrist.

Importantly however, was that Scoth was armed with a large battle rifle, and those in power armor all had a large, slightly pinkish rifles, with two different barrels, the first barrel mounted on top of a large, threatening, secondary.

Slyph And the private inclined themselves to the side, looking to their commanding officer as he spoke on loud speaker.

"Alright folks, here's the game plan. We're moving out in the hour. I want the ship stripped by our two engineers for enough materials for a defensible camp... Havoc, your assisting them. Scoth, link up with Sylph, you two are watch. Sylph, sensors to Maximum, if a shuttle so much as gets within ten miles of us, I want to know."

"Affirmative, commander. Adjusting Sensors." The mech uttered, and the commander turned his visor to look upon Hadriel.

"Private, stick with Sylph... You." He gestured a large, mechanical hand, in Hadriel's direction, before he turned with a thud, heading for the rear of the ship. "With me."

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As Hadriel began to wait for the soldiers inside the ship to do whatever it was that they were doing, she took the time to practice something she saw other people doing. Humming a small tune. She never knew where the scientist heard the tune from or where the tune originated from, but she guessed that it came from something funny since he always laughed while in mid hum. It was strange, but oddly enough she remembered such small details.

Soon enough the soldiers exited the ship along with a mech carrying some sort of container, she was curious about it but it was really none of her business. Soon the commanding officer gave out his orders and the mech began assigning the soldiers into small teams. Two engineers stripped the ship along with Havok, the private and Slyth on watch duty, and she was to go with the mech. She did not object of course and stood up and dusted the grass of of her armour before nodding in the direction of the mech.




For the massive airship, it would slowly land at a nearby town just fifteen miles away from the crash site. The people of the small town looked up in wonder at the warship that hovered nearby. A ramp soon opened up in the rear of the ship and a man in a white uniform along with a small group of ten figures wearing a set of silver armour resembling a knight followed behind him. The people seemed confused at his appearance however he soon made a proclamation. "People of this miserable village. I am searching for a female android, you must have seen her yes?" He spoke however the people of this village was not aware of Hadriel because this village was her next destination. A man spoke up however. "We don't know about an android sir. You must have the wrong village." The man spoke, clearly on edge seeing this strange man. "A shame I guess...however I will not have any miserable mud farmers spreading word of my appearance. You shall be thanked for your assistance in aiding me another way. Now, I shall give you all a free ticket to hell...goodbye." And with his heartless order, the group of men behind him drew a pike and began to fire rounds into the innocent settlement just to ensure their appearance.

As the soldiers went on their massacre, the man turned around and motioned for another group of men leaving the airship. Once the group of twenty were near him, they entered the woods to search for their target. "As you wish Curtis sir!" The men all shouted in unison.

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The Commander thudded to the side of the rear engines, three great massive ports that could easily swallow the mans suit whole, were it alive and the mouth of the ship, that is. His hands came around to a small box mounted at the base of one of the ports, simply opting to rip the box off, accessing the electronics inside.

It was hear that some of these people's technology were made clear, or, instead, all the more confusing. Certainly, there were things here that could easily be established as 'wires', but any normal scans of it revealed... Nothing. Sure, there were tell tale blue sparks, yet even they didn't bring up any readings.

"Ya' seem pretty cooperative, so here's the deal. You're sticking with us till we got off this damn rock." Came his voice through loud speakers, gutteral, and even somewhat annoyed. Perhaps he did not wish for a third party on his mission?

"If I tell you to drop, you drop. If I tell you to run, you run. I've got no room to carry dead weight here with almost half of my team dead."

Cold, and to the point, he was, yet before anyone else could say anything, the commander stopped fiddiling with the wiring that was once beneath a box, stepping away...

"You see what?"

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Scoth had mounted himself on the top of the shuttle, climbing up the wrecked and ripped side of the ship, which had supplied him the most holds. Once mounted on the roof, he lay prone, scanning the entire eastern area with the scope of his rifle. It was boring work, yet necessary, given how their first visitor just popped up without warning.

However, he was about to trade places with the Private when he passed over movement in the forest...

It was obscure, possibility even local fauna, yet he knew better than to leave it to chance, switching his sight to thermal imaging

Sure enough, the one responsible for the movement of the flora was humanoid in shape. Limbs and all, a brilliant red and orange from the cold blue... He switched to dark vision, coloring everything else but the man white. He could see the outline of a weapon, just barely, as the man shifted from side to side.

Worse still, someone came up beside him, maybe muttering to him, talking, trading items, but he was damn sure the 'stick' he was holding was some form of weapon as well.

"Contacts." He grunted into his comm, swiveling his rifle around to count the out. One... Two... Four... "Infantry. East, 2.3, 515. Counting estimate of fifteen. Armed."

"You see what?" came the commanders reply, to which Scoth's responded.

"We're being pinged sir."

Pinged was a military euphemism. Typically, it meant a computer had attempted to 'poke' another computer, yet teams such as AI-SOD now used it to describe a scouting party that was looking them over.

"Everyone in the shuttle." Came a delayed response. "I want our resident engineer poking holes in the east side of the ship... Sylph, I want you boxed up on the outside, let's look as derelict as possible. If they open fire or so much as lob a rock as us, you all have permission to wipe the floor with them."

Scoth nodded, leaning up from the ground, jittery with excitement...

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The Commander gave a hiss, reaching over to try and snatch Hadriel's arm, full intent to rush her over to the western breach of the ship. "Company, inside, come on..."

Sylph, regardless if Hadriel cooperated or not, came rushing by, his massive feet causing the earth to shake with each thudding step. In his hands was some form of... Massive cannon, that took both of the AI's great arms to handle, on resting upon a meter long barrel, or as it turned out, link of barrels, with a large, center barrel. The rest of the 'cannon' was composed of a large glowing chamber, a trigger mounted on the top of the rear of the gun, as well as a handle at the base of the weapons barrels.

Sylph Disappeared behind the engines, and once the AI reached the other side of the ship, it leaned against the hull, and let it's legs give out, crashing into the ground. It gave the appearance of a disabled mech, in disuse, the way it's legs seemed scrambled, it's arms now flopped against the ground.

Meanwhile, engineer Jack'se was now using the power arm to cut firing ports in the eastern side of the ship, the rest of the crew standing by with Punisher rifles...

"Twenty men? Pfft. They're fucked. Let's hope for them that they come in peace. Fuckin' planet dwellers..." Havoc grunted, to the nods of his crew members

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Hadriel listen as the commander began to speak, he seemed to be annoyed at her presence and made it clear that she was to follow any and all orders coming from him, he had no use for dead weight on the team and he was making it clear. "Understood commander. I will listen to all orders from here on out until you all complete your mission." She called out.

However when she heard that a team was on their way to this location, she was worried. Could it be some of the local soldiers investigating the crash site? Some people seeking to loot the place? Whatever it was the commander wanted everyone inside the shuttle to make it look derelict. Hadriel felt the commander grab her arm and complied with following him inside the ship, there was no need to be stubborn here, they were in possible danger.




Meanwhile inside the forest, one of the soldiers with a device in his hand suddenly called out. "Curtis sir! I am detecting an energy reading close to our position! I belive it might be the android we are looking for!" The soldier called out and Curtis laughed. "Not even trying to hide from us, as expected from someone who does not even know about our presence. Any other readings..." He asked not even looking at the soldier who was speaking. "There is another sir, we may be detecting a crashed ship in the androids vicinity as well." The soldier quickly replied.

Now this could be troublesome, however they were here for one thing, such an important thing that could mark history. "Simple, we ask anyone else to step out of the way. They are not affiliated with our target so they have no reason to help her. Even if they do help her we can eliminate the lot of them. I will not let this chance slip away easily, I will burn this whole planet down if I have to, send word to the soldiers back at the town, tell them to bring some prisoners and tell them to run very fast. They might be more inclined to hand her over or she might willingly give herself up to help them. Whatever works for me..." With his order the soldier quickly nodded and contacted the other team immediately.

They were now a mere mile from the ship, their objective close at hand.

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With the remaining crew now inside the ship, much of them conveyed in the lobby, save Scoth, whom watched the incoming movement from again, the top of the ship, and Sylph, who lay hidden as a piece of wreckage. Havoc had his rifle pointed to the outside enemy through one of the cut put embrasures, his HUD zooming in on the forest, and the slowly advancing troops.

As time passed, the commander ordered his various members into position, sending his private to retrieve additional arms from the ships armory. He had Mark'etosh join Havoc at the east side embrasures in the lobby, where both could lay down surpressive fire upon the enemy to keep them down. The Commander himself planned to arm himself with something heavier, and then proceed out to flank the advancing forces should they turn out to be hostile.

Finally, he had Jack'se down in the engine room in ship. He had a little special something in mind, and to do so, he needed her to fix both the power, and the required system he needed.

"Under no circumstances, are you to leave this ship, unless otherwise told by one of us." The Commander spoke to the 'woman' on loud speakers, but otherwise did not wait for a responce.

"Scoth, How copy?"

"I reckon 'bout a kilo and a third out, sir."

"Good enough..." The Commander muttered to himself. "Sylph, bring up the ships loud speaker, link me to it."

A moment passed, and the AI confirmed the request. The commander spoke loudly and clear, pacing along the west side of the wrecked lobby.

"Attention Unknown forces." Came his booming, harsh voice, reverberating along the ground and distant trees, possibly heard for miles around. The sound was deafening for anyone not in the ship itself. He imagined Scoth desperately trying to have his combat armor turn down the outside noise...

"You are entering a restricted area. This area is currently under the operations of the Aklarian Congrument. You are to immediately fall back from this area without pause or rebuttal. Any attempt to delay, and you will be shot. Survivors will be shot again. You have ten seconds to comply."

Any foolhardy villager or scout patrol of the local population would get spooked at such a bold declaration, he figured, enough that they'd have another hour or so before government officials and forces showed up. Anyone who pressed on, he figured, was already in some form of task force, or simply weren't legit.

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Hadriel nodded to the commander, if she did run out she could put their lives at risk and she did not want that. Whatever was going on would probably lead to violence, she had to get ready. She had hoped it would not come to it but she had a feeling it might end up in bloodshed.

For Curtis, once he heard the booming voice he just shook his head. "Not even letting us barter...Looks like we don't need any bartering tokens. Kill the civilians and storm that ship, there are twenty of you and ten more are on their way. Failure is not an option men, you will fight and die, Waste their ammo if you have to. Just storm and kill them! NOW MOVE!" He yelled the last part and his men took off into different directions using the trees as cover and shooting the ship with their Storm Pikes. Curtis however relaxed behind a tree to await his men, if they died here then they were worthless. Of course if they all died he would be able to do this himself. He was confident enough that he would be able to do this himself however he wanted to wear down the enemy first, he rather not waste the effort himself.

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It took a moment, as the men approached... Five seconds... Eight seconds...

"They're still coming in sir." Came Scoth's report. The Commander sighed, yet felt giddy. These filthy Planet dwellers had no idea what they just stepped into, and he was going to make them pay for it.

"Get Tactical Marines! HUD's up!" The Commander shouted. At the mere thought of it, his suit's Head's up display began filing in information about the surronding data, bringing up a see through version of his surroundings, sensor data. Much of it was his spine's computer directly translating it into his brain, allowing him to process all the information instantaneously.

Anyone augmented for a combat suit was required to have a computer core grafted onto their spine, which gave them practically super-human reaction time and pain tolerance. Information was processed instantly, and could be used accordingly. The AI-SOD teams had a modified version, which allowed commanders to directly communicate with others via tiny quantum entanglement moduels mounted onto the computers. Unhackable via wireless means, undetectable, as there was no actual 'signal' coming out, thanks to the odd properties of the quantum realm, and worked across almost any distance.

To Hadriel, it seemed that everyone around reacted instantly.

Havoc's rifle suddenly began sputtering sepressing fire on the enemy, solid lead rounds, and iron core so that the rifle could propell the round at extreme speeds via a magnetic barrel, slipped in a tungston jacket for force of impact, and was finally layred in super heated plasma.

The result was a very small part of the shuttle suddenly lighting up into a brilliant bright blue display, as rounds suddenly came cascading onto the advancing forces. The advancing men dropped to the ground at the suddenly display, yet two were killed off instantly in the front rows, the first died as a round impacted his shoulder, ripping it clean off, sending the limb spiraling off to the side. The second's chest exploded from impact, spraying the poor fellow behind him in blood and bits of heart.

When Havoc was forced to reload, the back stock of the rifle flying open to drop his clip, Mark'etosh started layering on his own fire, allowing his fellow to reload, while keeping up the deadly barrage, forcing the opposing troops to stay down.

After the initial weapons fire, the various marines started getting prompts on their HUD, as Scoth atop the ship started marking each individual he could sight. With each man tagged, they would show up with a brilliant red outline, marking their position clearly...

Then suddenly, Scoth sighted one of the men who had suddenly got up, lifting up the barrel of whatever gun he was carrying. Not a second later was the man's head reduced to a stump, as his rifle's magnetic charged flung an alloy bullet well over the speed of sound, right into the man's head. There simply was nothing left but a fountain of blood, as the body was flung back via the force. He began sighting one after another, picking them off in similar displays of fire and blood.

Admist this new chaos, some of the enemy had finally managed themselves into mounds of dirt, where they could fire back on the shuttle in relative cover. Havoc found enemy rounds impacting the sides of his embrasure. Few if any made it in, though he would recall later finding a bullet mark on his armor's right pauldron. "Incoming fire, Matrix Barrier's up!" The Sargent called out. The augmented soldiers gave a grumble of acknowledgement, and one by one, magnetic-energetic barriers began spinning around the various combat armors, as an internal drive began weaving a small field around the armors. Further shots that would luckily spring past the embrasures would be flung either away, or rarely even /out/ of the embrasures.

The enemies numbers began to wear thin, as Scoth repeatedly blew off the heads of those daring enough to stick up their heads, or those foolish enough to turn and run. While the nonstop fire of the marine's rifles were indeed threating in their own right, they merely gave Scoth all the opportunities he needed to kill those who were now effectively pinned. One by one, they were reduced to mutilated corpses...

Then, the enemies reinforcements arrived, ten men crouched down as they moved forward, firing percise shots against the shuttle. One of the men even spotted Scoth aboard the top of the craft, and began suppressing his sniper fire with his own torrent of bullets. Scoth was forced to skid back, covering his head as bullets impacted around him...

Then, the rear aft of the ship suddenly opened up with a fourth combatant entering the fray... The Private had secured the H.E.F.S. The 'Heavy Effective Fireing Solution'. In truth, it was a heavy bipod mounted weapon, that used up the same ammo as the rifles, by the box load. In under a second, it's barrel was pouring more rounds into the advancing enemy groups. The first five were killed immediately, their bodies rendered into limbs and legs, as the force of the rounds tore away flesh and bone.

The other five were then picked off by Scoth, Havoc, and Mark, in a canopy of focused fire...

The ground ran red with blood, horridly mutilated bodies littering the ground, the few that survived dieing in a canopy of screams...

"Sylph, I doubt that's all, anything actually armored shows up, I want it to first approach, and /then/ blow up." The commander called out via the computer link, before ordering his men to stand by. "Eyes out, Scoth, eyes to the west, watch our rear for flanking."