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Who: Frontliners, Infiltrators, Kidnappees (See here for info)
What: The attack on the base!
When: October 11th (all day)
Where: Renegade Malnosso Facility
Rating: Varies on thread!

It had been over twenty-four hours since the infiltration. The Malnosso were notorious for their long work hours, many pulling twenty hour shifts at any given time. Fortunately, each department had its share of private resting areas with beds to allow the overworked staff - or infiltrators - get some much needed shut eye between tasks. But now there allies were arriving. All the information they had gathered and sabotaged planned was about to go into play. Would they be successful?

As for the kidnapped, John's pill was finally starting to cancel out the effects of the drugs. Already brighter and more alert than before, it would soon be time for their escape and either flee or help their comrades storm the building.

The front line attackers had met with their strategist before the battle and were now positioned in the forested area around the facility, out of sight and mind for the Malnosso inside. All they needed was the sign to attack from their person inside.

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OOC Notes: Note that when the front liners attack, security checkpoints and Shifting should be disabled. For those curious about Floor 3, there is still no access to it. HOWEVER, there is no longer a Shift protecting it. If any character is reckless or foolish enough to access it, do so while considering the possibility of your character being seriously injured (or even killed!) in what ensues.

To recap: read Albert's OOC marching orders. Security guards are armed with short swords, night sticks, and hand guns. Most have normal human abilities, but higher ranked guards in high security areas will be highly skilled and may possess some amount of superhuman strength and speed. The Malnosso droids/drones all possess superhuman strength and speed. Since everyone is at full power, they are at 'half strength' relative to what people are used to. Brute strength and strong electrical attacks will be effective on them. It's also possible the infiltrators will keep most of them from ever activating to respond to the attack. They are not invincible and with enough effort, people should be able to handle them.
Note: Thanks to the infiltrators, most of the drones have been disabled and won't activate during the alarm. A small number will be present, but no more than twenty at the most.

Finally, going back to Floor 3, there will be a separate thread within the log for that. If someone attempts to enter it after the battle, I'll setup the scenario there for people to interact with.

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Well, just in case... [She fumbles with a pouch at her belt for a minute, and then unlatching it she gives it to him.] A friend of mine gave this to me before he was sent home. It's a smoke bomb. If someone gets too close, you can just throw it towards the ground at their feet and run away.

[There's a slight emphasis on 'run away,' as in 'yes, you'd better.']

[He tilts his head, looking down at the item she just gave to him. A smoke bomb, huh? Hmm...

Well. It wasn't like it was an inconvenience to him or anything. In fact, that could be very useful. So he doesn't even question it, instead just putting the smoke bomb in the pocket of his jacket with a smirk on his face.]

Thanks. I'll make good use of it.

Hopefully, you won't have to use it at all. [A quick, genuine smile.] I'd like it back when we get home. But don't hesitate to use it if you need it. There's only one, so pick your shot carefully.

Please. You don't have to tell me that. [He shakes his head.] I'm a strategist - picking my moments is part of the job.

[Heh. She somehow is... not filled with confidence. All the same, she just nods.]

Good.

[He nods. Now that they have that out of the way, let's focus on something that isn't his own safety.]

What about you? Ready to head out?

[A short nod, a reflexive curling of her fist. She's not worried - adrenalized, and a little scared, sure. But there's no room for doubt to make its way under the sheer weight of determination she feels.]

Yes. I am.

Good. We'll be leaving soon, but it will still be a while before the attack. We've got a long way to go. [Waiting is so boring.]

[You're such a brat, Caesar. Thinking about how the wait ahead is going to be boring when Katara's got her brother in there. Fortunately, she has no idea what's going on in his head, and she just crosses her arms and looks down for a moment.] I know.

[Ohoho, like this is something new.]

Try to take it easy before then. We won't have this much freedom once we get there.

[She flicks him a mildly exasperated glance.] This isn't my first time doing this, you know.

Ah, of course, of course. My sincerest apologies. Since you're an expert, you understand that it's my job to make sure that everyone is ready to go, both physically and mentally. How dare I assume otherwise? [He waves dismissively and begins to walk away. Despite her kind gesture, he didn't have the patience to put up with something like this today.]

[What? Oh come on.]

Hey! [She takes the few steps forward necessary and grabs on to his shoulder, dropping her hand as she moves to face him.] Why did you say that? We're about to go and fight and you're - starting an argument? I'm sorry I didn't react with appreciation for your 'professional concern,' and no, I'm not claiming I'm an expert but we've done this together before, you shouldn't have to be like these guys [she nods towards Sigmund and the rest] who seem like they're just waiting for me to fall.

[A deep breath, and she meets his gaze seriously.] Both of our brothers are in there. [If you think so little of me, this is a pretty bad time to let me know.] And I don't want to go in there with any distractions.

[She takes a half-step back and folds her hands in front of her in the traditional manner, and gives him a little bow.] So please know that I respect your skills, and value your friendship. I won't keep you from your responsibilities any longer.

[And I wish you could have said the same of me. And then she turns and starts to walk away.]

[Really? Really? He just watches as she speaks and lets out a sigh - an obviously frustrated one - when he finally speaks up himself. It doesn't matter if she's walking away. He absolutely hates it when people assume things.]

Don't be so presumptuous. You don't know what I'm thinking. I am not starting an argument. I am not expecting you to fall. If you have such little confidence in yourself that you believe everyone sees you like that, then fine, but I don't. I know you better than that. I know that you'll be fine. Please understand that I asked you because every situation is different - we may have done this before, but the circumstances are not the same. I asked because if there is something wrong, and I can do something to fix it, that's what I'm going to do. I don't ask because it makes me feel important, and I don't ask because I want your appreciation. I ask because I want to help. That's all.

[And you know what? Not even going to touch this brother comment. He had far more to worry about than his own brother just being kidnapped or getting hurt now.]

[Katara stops walking long enough to listen to what he has to say, but she doesn't turn around at first. And probably a good thing too - if she had, she wouldn't have been able to stop herself from cutting him off. She wants, more than just about anything in the world, to turn around and yell at him. And as she takes a deep breath to do just that, she feels the weight of someone's gaze on her, and becomes abruptly and completely aware of where they were and just what they were doing.

There were people here who knew her, who didn't know Caesar, who hadn't fought alongside him before. That means she felt, rightly or wrongly, that they would take their cues of how to treat him from how she treated him. That meant, as much as she wanted to, she couldn't tell him off. Because she meant what she said - she respected his skills. If he said something, she wanted them to listen.

And that also meant she couldn't just walk away. As much as she felt that was her second best option, to be seen acting as if she was ignoring him could have been just as damaging.

...and that was just fine with her. Because he'd just said a few things that she would have regretted letting stand just as much as she would have regretted going into battle without at least trying to salvage their friendship.]

[So she turns around slowly, eyes wide and serious. It's an effort to keep from shouting, and as such her voice is lower than normal.]

I didn't tell you I appreciated your skills because I thought that was what you wanted to hear. I told you that so that we could end this conversation and enter battle with something like a mutual understanding and respect, so that if anything happened there would be no regrets.

[And you threw it back in my face.] You hurt me, Caesar. You might not have meant to, but you did. And you're wrong when you say I don't have confidence in myself. I know who I am, and I know what I can do. And if you want to help, I would really appreciate it if we could agree that despite what we said or what we think we said here, what we mean is that we respect each other and want each other to come out of this safely.

Then don't say things you don't mean. Don't imply things that you don't mean. [Because here he was, trying to get her to listen when she won't even listen to herself. She's refuting not only his words, but her own, too - it was like she was arguing just to prove that she was right. She was missing the point. ...as usual.]

You want to be treated differently, but you're acting like a child. Don't you think that might be why the others act the way they do? If you want their respect, and if you want them to see you as being the capable person that you truly are, acting like this won't get you anywhere.

[It's a monumental force of will to keep her voice low.] I'm acting like a child? You're the one throwing around insults and sarcasm like we're on a school playground! Wake-up, Caesar. This isn't helping.

I don't say things I don't mean. I don't know what you heard - but it doesn't sound like what I said. I'm glad that they're giving me a chance to earn their respect. I've done it before, against men who thought women shouldn't fight, and even though this isn't anything like that, I'm sure I'll do it again. When I told you I didn't expect you to be like them, it was because I didn't understand why you were being so cutting about my experience when I thought I'd earned your respect already. I guess I was wrong.

[She closes her eyes for a moment and then opens them. This isn't why she's out here. This isn't what she wanted.]

But that isn't the point. That isn't why we're out here. I don't want to argue with you in front of all the people who are supposed to be seeing me listen to you, but you're not giving me much of a choice. I've tried to offer you my respect and walk away, but you wouldn't even take that. I don't know what else to do.

I asked how you were doing, and you took it the wrong way. I stopped you so that you would understand, but you seem to have misunderstood that, too. [She hadn't listened to a word that he'd said, even if she was convinced that she had. Actually, he was sure that she hadn't heard what she herself had said, either, or she was just very bad at communicating.] We'll talk again once you've rescued your brother.

[But there's no rush. Really. Because in the meantime, she is so blinded by her own emotions that it's actually almost embarrassing for him.]

[No, you didn't. You told me to try to get some rest before we fight like I had no clue what I was doing, and then- She just nods and steps back, so that it won't look like she's the one walking away.

No rush? No kidding.]

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