Turn 5: Infiltration

[Cartwright]

The drop-ship descended downward onto a flat area of ground. Dirt kicked up into the air, creating a wall of dust around the vehicle. The ramp lowered and the Marines piled out, Hayek first. After administering the all-clear signal, the Marines took up defensive positions around the landing zone. The drop-ship then took off and flew away and the Marines huddled into the group. To their left was a metallic doorway that lead into a hallway. In the hallway at the very end was a elevator that descended down into the Strogg complex. This was their insertion point. From there, they would have to infiltrate the Strogg factory unseen.

Hayek nodded to the men in affirmation that this would be their entry point. The clock had started and time was ticking by. The night had covered their arrival, now they had to somehow sneak past Strogg forces until they reached the factory. Once finished, they could go loud. If they were detected before reaching the factory, their situation would become a lot harder to work with. Time was of the essence, but stealth was too. The Marines cocked their weapons and were ready for the trials ahead.

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[Matt]

The Marines came up to the metallic door, Meyen was behind the Sergeant. The Sergeant then opened the door, and the squad moved in. The hallway was clear. Meyen can see the elevator down the hallway, just sitting there alone, no one guarding it.'Hmmmmm, strange' Meyen thought. This was a stealth mission and the Corporal didn't like stealth at all. At least this will put Hoot's training to the test.

[Dire Wolf]

Schmidt loved stealth, and had always been very stealthy. He had hunted just about his whole life, be it White tail, turkey, coyotes, or even 'coons. He considered this almost more of a hunt rater than an ultra-dangerous mission. 'Just like back huntin' back home....... except the prey have guns.' he thought.

Hoot started to feel like he was sick, that wasnt good, he can almost tell when something can go FUBAR, he was afraid that this particular mission would go that way.

It is right here where you will earn your keep Hoot.... right here he thought as he creept up behind Cpl. Meyen. He a silenced pistol leveld on the door.

[Mr. Death]

Elias "Nightengale" Godchild smoked the rest of his second to last cigarrette and then stomped it out before entering the complex. He was feeling better.

He had been right though. Once again his curse prevailed. The best platoon in the galaxy had been reduced to the bare minimum of troops, only the strongest. . .Or the luckiest. He looked around.
No one's around He thought to himself and sighed. He was still blood stained,almost from head to toe. He was bloodier than the rest of em. Most of the blood wasn't his though. How many had he saved since being added to the Hell Hounds? Too many. . .

"Shadow. . .This is your job" He said pointing around.
"I'm a corpsmen, not a fucking ninja" He laughed to himself and cocked his shotgun

[Cartwright]

The Marines entered the elevator lift and Hayek keyed the 'down' button. The double-doors closed before them and the lift descended into the depths of the facility. It eventually came to an abrupt halt. The doors opened and Dunn alongside Hayek, walked out, rifles at the ready. The Marines piled out of the lift and in their tactical combat stances, slowly and quietly made their way up the passageway. They reached a door and it opened to their presence. The Marines poured into the next room, taking cover behind some crates.

They noticed a new type of Strogg. They had organish armor. They were walking as if on patrol and what was even more odd was they were talking aloud in their language. Two more were on a catwalk above. They walked by eachother on their patrol route. Some more stood hovering over consoles and computers, absorbed in their tasks. This would be a difficult situation to avoid.

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[Mr. Death]

"Sir. .. " Elias whispered quiet enough so that they wouldn't hear.
"Shotguns would work best against the organic armor" He said. He wasn't a soldier, but he was a medic, and he knew his shit.
"Explosives too"
He was stocked up on medical supplies. He hung in the back still. He would need a good vantage point to assess the situation and seek out the wounded.

[Matt]

'What the fuck are those?' Meyen thought while looking at the new species.
He wondered if they were tougher or weaker than a soldier. If they were stronger than there might be a problem. He also wondered are they smarter......?

[Cartwright]

"My rifle works just fine, Nightengail." Shadow whispered, then turned to look at the hostiles patrolling about.

"Alright... I'm going to try to sneak past them and find some way we can move without being detected. Hold up." Sergeant Hayek said, slightly nervous.

Out of all the Strogg he had faced, he had never faced these. He was not sure what they were capable of. He crouch-walked from crate to crate, finally reaching open ground. He crouch-ran to a set of stacked crates, then behind a computer console. So far, so good. He popped out of cover and instantly regret it. The Strogg had been watching him the whole time. The Strogg on the catwalk closest to him, fired. The assault rifle rounds striking him in the shoulder. He instantly slammed into the ground.

"Shit! Shadow is down! Fire!" Nightengail exclaimed.

The Marines opened up on the Strogg. They took cover. This was highly odd. They were exempting human tactical intelligence. One of the Strogg popped out of cover and fired on Schmidt. This time, he was not so lucky. The rounds pierced into his armor and deep into his leg. He slammed his eyes shut and fell over in pain. The Strogg then ducked back into cover, obviously awaiting the Marines to reload.

"Holy shit, they are communicating with eachother!" Private Schmidt proclaimed.

It was true. These Strogg were showing true unit cohesion. They were using human tactics. Something was definitely off here.

"That's because they're fucking Strogg Tactical Transfers, dumbass!" Sergeant Hayek said from his position.

The Marines were engaged in a fight they would remember. No one wanted to go down.

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[Matt]

Meyen seeing Hoot go down, waited for the Strogg to peek over the corner. It did and Meyen unleashed hot lead into the Stroggs chest. It went down.

"Just returning the favor Hoot." Meyen said while grinning at Hoot.

He remebered when he went down, and Hoot did the same thing.

[Mr. Death]

Elias sprinted across, hoping not to get hit. His luck ran out. A bullet hit him in the calf, making him face dive into the floor, and slid across it for a few feet. He began dragging himself with his arms until he could push himself up safely and hobble the rest of the way to Hayek.

"You're gonna be fine" He said as he put the metal tube in the wound and injected the orange foam into it. He patched it up slowly, praying that bullet didn't hit the Sergeant, he didn't really care for himself

[Matt]

Meyen, saw another Strogg run on the catwalk above firing at him and his fellow Marines. He quickly put a stop to and fired his assault rifle. It hit the Strogg in the chest, then in the head, blowing a chunk off and spraying blood and brains out. Meyen laughed in satisfaction.
But in the process he got grazed in the right arm. 'Minor wound, no worries' Meyen thought.

[Mr. Death]

Elias got hit in the left pectorial, but he ignored it. He let loose three slugs from his shotgun, two Strogg ended up dead, another was missing a leg at the knee cap.
"Cmon Nick, stay with me" He said. He stood up and crouched, ignoring the burning wounds in his calf and his pec. He kept shooting. Another down. He took another bullet in the left shoulder, and then one in left hand.

He grit his teeth. Luckily he was right handed.
"Assess damage! Who else is hit? We might need to pull out!" Elias said over the Comm. He and Sergeant Hayek seemed to be cut off

[Dire Wolf]

Hoot has seen this movie before, he hoped the damn thing didnt hit his femoral artery, or he was toast. "Mothe....." He paused, he could hardly talk, "Mother fucker!! Nightengale, you'd better get over here quick man, or else im fucked." He shot at the downed Strogg, but unlike a shot from Jared, the bullets went wild.

[Mr. Death]

Elias grimaced. He had to get to Hoot fast. . .Didn't have a choice.

"Wait here Nick. . .I'll be back, I'll come for you, I promise" He said. He looked across at the firefight. Damn it He said and then broke into a dead sprint back to the main unit. His calf burned and he was about to collapse from the pain, the bullet was in deep, but he didn't have time for himself. He was hit again, this time in the right forearm, but he didn't have time for himself. Another hit his left foot, but he didn't have time for himself. He had time for his men though.

He slid almot 5 feet into cover next to the rest of the squad. He looked over Hoot. Hit in the thigh.
"Damn. . ." he said silently to himself
"Don't worry Hoot. . .You're gonna be fine, it's not even a scratch" He lied. He had to keep them together now.
He gave Hoot an extra shot of morphine and then carefully inserted his knife into the private's leg. He dug deep, deep, deep, until he knew he'd found the bullet. He tried to work as quickly and safely as possible, but a bullet so close to the artery took time. Time was something he didn't have now. Strogg were surrounding them.
Pop
"Got it" He said as the bullet simply rolled off his leg onto the ground
He took out the little gun with the metal tube on the end and stuck it into his leg, letting the orange foam ooze into his wound. He gave him a shot of adrenaline, he needed it or he would faint.
Then he bandaged it up
"You're good to go. . .Stay down!" He shouted over the gunfire. He noticed Hayek. He needed to get back to the Sarge. He took a few deep breathes and sprinted across again.

Pop. . .Ssssss. . . Another struck home in his thigh, nothing fatal though. This time he was downed again. He crawled the rest of the way. Pop. . .Ssss. .. Krrrrk He was hit in the left wrist. It was probably shattered from the force. He kept crawling.

Almost there. . . Almost. . . Pop. .. .Sssss.. .. Another hit him in the left ankle. Cover. He was back to Hayek. He turned himself onto his back and pushed himself the rest of the way into the cover. He looked over to the rest of the squad, then at himself. He wouldn't be making another trip back. . .

[Matt]

Meyen ran over to the Sergeant and the medic while blindfiring. Godchild was wounded BADLY.
"Dam Godchild, your a damn bullet magnet, here." Meyen said while smiling.
Meyen put a shot of adrenaline in Godchild, and handed him 2 ciggarettes, and handed him his lighter.
"I didnt want to share my cigs earlier" Meyen said while laughing at Godchild.

Meyen saw Godchild take long hit out of the ciggarette, and then popped up to fire at Strogg. They had to fall back.

"Were falling back where the rest of the squad is, i got the Sergeant, you give me covering fire." Meyen said.