middleofsomewhere | Blue Team Finale

It's been a week of high tension. Though the actual fights have been fewer than the other teams might have experienced there have been acts of sabatage and even a couple of chance attacks. The team has suffered a death- Joss was purple team but he had been working with and helping Blue team when he was attacked and killed.

Tension has been mounting, enemies striking when they have opportunity and being fought back by the void treckers. Other enemies sneaking around the corridors, sometimes being caught and dealt with, other times getting away.

Those who have been tracking the strange happenings will not be surprised when all the warning sirens go off at once. Enemy ships attacking. Five of them attacking the station and needing dealt with.

But that's not all. As the sirens sound the power goes out. Emergency lights flicker on after a few moments but it's clear there are enemies and considering command is stationed here it is obvious where they are headed.

(ooc: This should be a play your own monsters scenario, there are enough enemies for Blue team to all play a part in defeating them, some are outside in ships, others are in the corridors. All wear powersuits and they are pretty determined to get to the command station and will not hold back when confronted. Have fun!)

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Honestly, this week hadn't been as bad as it could have been. Her teleport traps had caught MOSTLY infiltrators, and she had apologized very sincerely to the innocent people who'd been caught by accident. And she hadn't been put DIRECTLY in the line of fire once! That had been one of her goals, and between the traps and her communication disks, she definitely felt like she'd contributed. But they were getting desperate now, and abandoning subtlety and skulking around in favor of just launching an open attack.

Samata had been generally setting up a miniature wizard's sanctum in the corner of the mess hall, and so that was where she was right now. Three heavily armored creatures of some kind had her cornered there, hiding behind a dome of magical force she was struggling to hold up as they pounded on it.

She was fiddling with some napkins, for some reason, when she saw another voidtrekker pass by and shouted "HELP WOULD BE APPRECIATED!?" As loud as she could.

One of the enemies, a tall creature with four arms, turned around to see who she was yelling at. I hope you didn't want the element of surprise.

In the immediate aftermath of his murder, no one is quite certain what to do about Joscelin Fitzthomas. He is, quite clearly, dead. There is a gaping hole in his chest where the laser bolt shot straight through him, destroying his heart in the process.

He had been right after all: space does kill vampires.

Someone has covered his small corpse with a spare flight suit in lieu of a sheet, but he’s been left where he fell, eyes wide and staring at nothing.

There is no sign of his killer.

Edited 2020-03-25 04:32 (UTC)

There had been a sense of finality hanging in the air since the day had begun.

A calm before the storm.

They were all on edge. Waiting. Breath held. Scanning every shadow, tuned into every sound, knowing something was brewing but not knowing how or when.

Most were not surprised when the the alarms sounded or when the power went out. Emergency lights activated after a brief moment of total darkness. In that moment Gladio had moved to position himself in the center of the long corridor leading to the command center. It was the only way in or out. If the Enemy wanted in, they had to come to him. He wouldn't need to go looking for them.

It had been a hellish week and the last few days were the worst. Gladio hadn't gone unscathed, as had many who had been in the thick of the fighting, though thanks to Ignis and the others the worst of his injuries had been tended to.

Still, as he stood there, massive shield held on one arm and an equally massive Great Sword held in the other, it was clear he hadn't been just sitting around doing nothing. He was, for lack of a better word, a mess. His flight suit had definitely seen better days, to the point he'd eventually ripped the top half and just said to hell with it. There were bandages on his arms, a large one plastered to his back, dirt and blood smudged his face. And yet he stood there, a near feral smirk upon his lips, his focus on the end of the corridor.

The Enemy was here. They were using laser tools to get through the door airlock door they had welded closed. It would buy them a few precious minutes for people to get into position.

Gladio was ready.

The door gave way.

They were coming.

Piccolo was already out in space when the desperate attack began. He had been keeping up with a light patrol when he felt the sudden appearance of new enemies. He had another hour or so worth of air left before he had to head back. That was the downside to needing to breath when one wasn't in a craft designed for space.

But he headed into battle anyway knowing he had limited time to engage. The important part was to keep the enemy out of the base. So he raced to head off the attackers.

The battle lasted longer than expected. The enemy was pressing hard this time. And Piccolo was aware that some ground forces had made it into the base by now.

So the Namekian made a hard choice. He abandoned the space battle to head back into the command center and help defend the people stationed within. He hoped he had contributed enough to the space fighting to make a difference. He had certainly destroyed enough fighters to make a dent in their forces, he thought. Unless they sent more. But he would let the rest of the space fighters handle that.

Now he was inside the base and flying through the corridors. Whenever he met an enemy combatant he punched them and sent them careening with his speed and strength. His goal was to focus on protecting others. Once he found a group of Blue Team or their allied soldiers from the planet they were defending, he would stop and help take out the enemies in that section.

Then he would move onto the next area. He slowly made his way inward, hoping the command center would hold the line even as he made his way there to check on them.

Edited 2020-03-25 19:10 (UTC)

Despite heading out when she could to help out other teams who were deeper in the thick of things, Ple Two returned to help cover Blue's duties by the end of the battle.

She wouldn't see the end of the battle, sure, but while they were finishing the fight, the enemy might see them as more vulnerable to an attack from behind than ever.

Before things can even fall apart inside, she's gotten out in a single-seat fighter again - even if she might have less help than ever. "Ple Two out here. Anyone else?"

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