Draft Log #3: During v. 2.0

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone on the draft
What: Day 3-5
When: August 27th-August 29th
Where: ONCE MORE INTO THE-- ...BEACH
Summary: Like it says above. The draftees reach the beach.
Rating: V FOR VIOLENT BEHAVIOUR!!


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Day Four

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[...And they're not pursuing her for too long before help streaks her way.

Thirteen's SU-37 rolls in behind the cluster of cultists flying after her dropship.]

Yellow 13, Fox Two.

[A pair of missiles launch from the wings of the steel bird and rocket toward the cultists. The explosion shreds the targets pursuing, leaving behind a red mist of body parts and falling corpses.]

[daisy023]

[SPARTAN-023 feels the shake inside her cabin. A quick check of her rear cameras show only the mist of her pursuers.]

That's a hit, Yellow Thirteen. Thanks.

[She looks at her Pelican's HUD. At least this way is faster than through the ground.]

I need to drop this thing out there in the buildings. Yellow Thirteen, can you cover me?

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

My pleasure. Roger that, Yellow 13 watching your six.

[He backs off a bit and flies to keep watch, playing the guard dog to the advanced dropship. Anyone who tries to get close has to deal with him first.]

[daisy023]

[She knew the Major would be out there in the skies, but this is literal gift from the heavens. Those damned droids were only taking space inside the Pelican.

There is a winged group on her windglass' left, and some glints of armor. Those guys weren't the only ones that would follow her, apparently.]

Twelve Cultists, one's an Elite. Ten o'clock high.

[They will easily spot her. The machinegun on her nose fires 70mm rounds against the cultists -tearing one or two- before climbing upwards, and give a window to Yellow 13 to engage them.]

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[An altitude advantage was normally trouble, but the cultists weren't typical foes. Thirteen punches the throttle and climbs up toward the formation, opening fire with his own autocannon. It may not have the same punch as the 70mm guns on the Pelican, but the rounds have enough power to destroy tanks.

So what they can do to soft targets is rather gruesome. Most of the normal cultists are shredded by the onslaught, though the Elite somehow manages to evade his attack run.

Thirteen rockets away from him, and pulls into an Immelmann turn some distance away.]

Locking on.... Fox Three.

[And from his wing launches a single, lethal missile. Known in his world as the Quick-Manuever Air-to-Air Missile, it doggedly pursues the Elite as it attempts to evade it. But it'll have no luck as the missile will find its way to it and explode.]

[daisy023]

[The Spartan registers the threats being taken down, unfazed by the slaughter, noting the pair of the standard cultists that survived the blaze. Sierra TwentyThree settles herself above the stragglers of the attack, and tears them apart before they get a chance to tackle her.

For a moment, it seems the Elite would become a threat, but once Yellow Thirteen turns to get some distance, and fires a projectile that catches the cultist right on the chest, she lets out a smile.]

Good shooting.

[Sierra TwentyThree is piloting a perhaps more advanced bird, yet she wishes she could move her ship like the Major does with his Su-37. The Chief will really need to ask him for more specialized instruction once they get this over with.

She spots the buildings in the distance. Not the drop point per se, but the closest they could transport the cargo to inside the barrier.]

I see the drop zone up there. Watch for cultists, they could be hiding among the buildings.

[One of the dangers of urban combat for a gunship, CPO Mendez always taught them.]

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[Thirteen flies above her and off to the side.]

Roger that. Be advised, missile locks will be difficult through those obstacles. Recommend you be prepared to sweep between buildings with your cannons.

[daisy023]

Affirmative, Yellow Thirteen. I'll draw them out.

[It's what they could attempt with the reports of two ships crossing above the forest. Stage an ambush as soon as they deliver the product. Sierra TwentyThree hovers tentatively around the building to let the cargo at, revising the general area. At first, she sees no threats, but upon lightining up one of the corners, she finds that her suspicions were corrects.

A nest of Third Party Cultists. They had been waiting to make an ambush.

Her gun whirls to spray the cultists with thick ammunition, her eyes and hands cooly focusing on the targets that remained as possible threats, seeing through the carnage with an analytic mind.

From the corner of her eye she spots another group rising from the building.]

They're pouring out. Have at them.

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

Fox Two, Fox Two!

[Two missiles streak out, pin pointing the rising waves of cultists and exploding with full force, sending a mass of feathers and bloody chunks raining back down to the earth below.]

Shack on the target.

[But that's not nearly all of them, so Thirteen's SU-37 swoops down and opens fire with its autocannon, ripping many more of them to shreds.]

[daisy023]

[Sierra TwentyThree's targets stop moving. Upon rising from her spot, she notices Yellow Thirteen left even less of the cultists he engaged. The most she would have to do is a mop-up of the two or three stragglers that escaped with her gun.

Her ship hovers for a second to look for threats with her nose, her sight, and her radar. Nothing shows up.]

LZ looks clear. I'll bring her down. Stand by for hostiles.

[Her bird descends on the top of one of the buildings until it is at a height the box could resist.

For the moments the Spartan spends descending the vehicle, she prays to something that nothing else shows up, her fingers tense around her controls, and her eyes keeping watch over the environment around her.]

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[And Thirteen maintains a barrier combat-air-patrol around her, circling around the LZ regularly, keeping his head on a swivel for incoming enemy threats.]

Skies look sanitized, but keeping an eye on the scopes. Two-Three, ETA on drop?

[daisy023]

Twenty seconds on drop, assuming the droids onboard get off as well.

[Useless pieces of junk. She's getting followed by cultists, and the damned things are only there to add more weight to the Pelican. For things left to check on cargo, they only make her job harder.

The seconds in which her bird finally reaches down to the building are too slow for the Spartan. The box falls too slowly in her eyes when she detaches it from her bird, and when the main compartment opens, the droids move even slower to her taste.

No threats from her end. Sierra TwentyThree ascends, but retains her caution.]

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

Confirmed deployment of cargo drop. Good flying out there, Two-Three. RTB for another cargo load?

[daisy023]

Affirmative, Yellow Thirteen. Reload and resupply over our base.

[Daisy feels she is given too much credit. She is flying a gunship with multiple vector thrusts and thick ammunition, and the Major saved her skin from a dozen cultists with a bird far earlier from her age.

Sierra TwentyThree scans once again the area, before she directs her bird back towards the beach. She positions herself beside Yellow Thirteen as a wingman.]

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

Roger. Will rearm and refit once we get home.

[His Su-37 will cruise right along with the Pelican and head for the coast. A brief whistle comes through the radio.]

Nice view up here. Looks like this place would be a hell of a vacation spot at better times.

[daisy023]

Shame we don't get out much. I'd love climb in these mountains.

[For things that are not business, that is.]

Since we aren't using the journals, that ever happened before?