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Post by kyliegrasan on Nov 15, 2009 14:00:10 GMT -5
[OOC: So this is a thread I'm making for those of you who have an Alliance character and haven't used her or him in a while. This thread takes place after the Reaver attack on the Esteem, and before the wedding.]
Kylie leaned with her right shoulder against the wall. She was all geared up in a standard Alliance marine uniform, and had her assault rifle in hand with the safety off. As the squad leader, Kylie stood last in line. Before her were four more marines, ready to breach into the room where the hostages were being kept.
Kylie waited for the first marine in the row to put breaching charges on the door. After he had done so he got back to his position in the row.
"Okay." Kylie said. "Breach, bang and clear!"
A loud bang, ensued by another one was heard. Kylie took a firmer grip on her weapon as the adrenaline started to rise.
"Go! Go! Go!" Kylie yelled, to which her squad ran into the room and took their tactical positions.
The marines quickly took down the hostage-takers, and secured the hostages in the room. Kylie didn't even have to fire her weapon.
"Clear!"
"Clear!"
"Clear!"
"Clear!"
"Roger, all clear!" Kylie said. "Secure the hostages, we..."
But before Kylie could finish her sentence, another loud bang filled the room. Immediately afterwards she felt a stinging pain coming from her lower abdomen and legs which caused her to cry out in pain and fall to the ground. The rest of Kylie's squad weren't spared from the same fate as her either, and all fell to the ground, squirming in pain.
A loud horn was sounded, and the lights in the room went on. Out of one of the doors came an Alliance colonel by the name of Hogan, dressed in his base-uniform.
"Well congratu-ruttin'-lations lieutenant Grasan!" Hogan said. "You just got yourself and your entire squad killed!"
Kylie didn't pay any attention to the man. She didn't even notice him standing over her. She still had her eyes pinched shut. The pain was just too much to bare.
Colonel Hogan was a brutal and merciless man, and his methods were definately questionable. He grabbed Kylie by her neck and pulled her up. Being moved so suddenly and brutally gave Kylie a shock of pain to which she opened her eyes.
"See that lieutenant?" Hogan said as he pointed at a dummy that represented a hostage. "That's one of the hostages conceiling a grenade! Failing to spot this has costed the lives of your entire squad!"
Hogan had set up one of the dummies with a stinger grenade that could be exploded from a distance. He had done so to see if Kylie or any of the other marines would spot it. When they didn't, he remote detonated the grenade to which non-lethal rubber balls were spread out through the entire room, taking down Kylie and her squad.
The colonel let Kylie drop down again, leaving the young lieutenant in pain once more.
"Medics!" Hogan yelled. "Get this sorry bunch off of my training course!"
A group of medics came in the room and took Kylie and her squad out of the room. They were being looked at by their fellow marines and officers, who were getting anxious as well. They knew they were next and they had no idea what kind of surprise Hogan had in store for them. They had a feeling they were going to end up just like Kylie and her squad.
Two medics put Kylie down on a grassy field next to the course and left her lying there along with the rest of the squad.
The pain became a bit more bareable and Kylie opened her eyes, looking at the blue skies above. This was the reward she got for saving the Esteem from destruction during the Reaver attack. Her actions that day had caught the attention of several high-ups, and they decided she, along with several others, had to follow special training. For what Kylie didn't know. The only thing she knew was that there was no declining it, she had to undergo it.
"Alright!" Hogan yelled. "Which one of you maggots is next?!"
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Post by amaia on Nov 29, 2009 23:50:18 GMT -5
[[OOC - I'm game =P Besides, I like Amaia, and I never get to use her, and I feel like the post-attack thread kind of stifled her into be a full-blooded . SHe's only like that most of the time ]] Amaia watched from the camera room of the killhouse, and every time the teams seemed to miss the grenade. Admittedly it was a small detail, and Amaia wondered if she would even spot it at a hectic pace, but then again, making excuses at training was the quick way to be giving eulogies at funerals - that much experience had taught her. When the Colonel pulled out the latest group to fall victim to the grenade, she grabbed the com unit out of one of the Colonel's men's ears and put it in her own. She was okay with training, and even with some degradation, but she had her doubts that the Colonel and his men were good enough to warrant the verbal barrage he was giving, and looking at some of the marines who had simply become desensitized and careless as to his words, he was making the training useless. "Hogan," she spoke into the com. "Who the hell is-" "It's Sang. You know, I appreciate what you're doing, what abusing marines mercilessly and all, it really is a fun hobby of mine too, but I'm curious if you and your men have the skill to back it up." The camera room went silent at Amaia's defiance. "Nothing seriously, just a fun little exercise, you and your men versus me. We load up some simunitions, and play for keeps." There was a laugh. Amaia stared at the sergeant who just shook his head as if to say she was doomed. "Oh, and I'll wager, say, a hundred credits to each one of your fire-team. That's what, five, six hundred?" There was silent airtime, and then Hogan came on, laughing. "You're on, Sang, but I'm not going easy. You want entry or defense?" "Take your pick." "We'll enter," Hogan said, "And I want to wager five hundred." "Sounds good," Amaia answered. "You'll want a second at least," the Colonel said. "A six man fireteam is hardly a fair game, and I'm nothing if not fair." "Yeah, I'll be out in a second," Amaia said. She took off the earpiece, went to the equipment room, grabbed two rifles, two pistols, four grenades, extra ammo for both weapons and, last but not least, two radios with earpieces. She wasted no time in donning her tactical gear and then ran out to the front of the killhouse. Still sitting in the front was the last team to enter, looking a bit dejected and wounded still. Amaia walked up to the leader of the team and tossed the girl the extra tactical vest. "You, Lieutenant...Grasan was it?" Amaia unslinged the rifle and tossed it on the grass beside the lieutenant. "I need a second to show the Colonel that being a hardass marine gets you put in your place. You're going to help me, because I think you'd like to make him eat his words more than anyone else on this lawn." She knelt down next to the girl and handed her a pistol. "Unless you aren't that person, in which case I'll just go to the next rough looking soldier on this field, but I figured you should get first dibs."
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Post by kyliegrasan on Nov 30, 2009 11:57:27 GMT -5
Kylie kept looking at the sky, trying not to think about the pain, until a medic bended forward over her. She sure as hell hoped that stinger grenade didn't give her any internal bleedings or damage. From her fireteam, she had gotten the least as she stood way back when the grenade was detonated.
Kylie let out a small moan of pain when the medic opened her vest and her uniform jacket. He also pulled down her pants so he could have a better look at her lower abdomen.
"Djeez Emslie!" Kylie said. "Don't you think you oughta buy me a drink first?"
The medic known as Emslie gave Kylie a smile, and then put his stethoscope on her belly. Kylie squirmed in pain a few times as Emslie touched her belly on the places where she got hurt.
"Looks fine LT. No internal damage." Emslie said. "But you might piss blood for a couple of days. I'll give you something to numb the pain for now, but you're gonna be sore for a couple of days."
Emslie then took a syringe from his medic's case and filled it up with a painkiller. Kylie looked with fear at the syringe. Ever since she was a kid, she was afraid of getting shots. She was of the firm belief that needles didn't belong in people.
She turned her head and avoided her look as Emslie put the syringe in her arm and injected the painkiller. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the sharp pain of the needle going inside of her arm.
"There we go." Emslie said. "You should start feeling the effects in a moment. You'll be fine LT."
Emslie then took his case and walked away. Kylie laid her head down again and stared at the sky once more. After a few seconds she could feel the pain go numb and she finally could relax.
However, she had only been lying down for a minute before she noticed an assault rifle being put next to her and heard a voice call her name. Kylie turned her head and saw that it was the spook from The Horizon. She couldn't help but wonder what the woman was still doing there. The Horizon mission got cancelled after all and Kylie figured the spook was gone once more, doing spook stuff.
Apparently the woman Kylie knew as lieutenant Sang wanted her to join her in another exercise against Hogan and his boys. And lieutenant Sang wanted to have her join, and if she would decline she'd pick one of Kylie's men.
Kylie turned her head to the other side where her teammates were lying down and noticed that they were far more banged up then she was, and they were in no state to fight again.
Kylie sighed in annoyance and sat up straight. Sitting up straight didn't hurt as bad anymore as it did before, and now she could only feel some slight discomfort. In other words, Kylie was fine. She knew she didn't have to follow Sang's orders anymore, after all they had the same rank, but she sure could find herself in the idea of getting back at Hogan.
"No." Kylie said. "I'll do it. Just leave these men be."
She then grabbed the assault rifle and used it to get up on her feet. She did it slowly as she figured doing it fast might be painful. After she got up she took the handgun from lieutenant Sang and put it on the holster on her hip.
"What do you want me to do?" Kylie asked.
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Post by amaia on Dec 2, 2009 16:47:23 GMT -5
"Shoot the colonel when you get the chance, what else?" Sang replied as they walked to the killhouse. The Colonel was briefing his team, giving them a kick ass, take names, send them home crying kind of speech. Once they were out of earshot, Amaia started to whisper quietly to the Lieutenant.
"The Colonel isn't stupid, he'll look for side entries. Windows, back doors, air vents, whatever might give him an edge." She smirked a little. "Which is why we're going to trap the back doors with these grenades. We wait at the front door, second they get inside, we're going out and around, and the hunter becomes the hunted."
Amaia opened the front door of the killhouse and let Grasan walk in before entering herself. "And remember, train as you play, right?" She cycled her rifle and fiddled with the safety a couple times. "Shoot them two or three times to make sure they go down, and if they keep moving, once or twice more, right?" Amaia smirked.
She went quickly to one of the side entrances and began to rig the stun grenade to the door handle. It was a crude setup, but such simplicity was often the only kind of system you could rely on in a fight. "Let's get this stuff set up," Amaia said before heading to the next door. "I'm on channel six. Oh, and Grasan, I have a thousand credits riding on this, so..." She gave the Lieutenant the thumbs up before running to the next possibly entry location.
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Post by kyliegrasan on Dec 14, 2009 11:05:12 GMT -5
Kylie didn't take too much comfort in Sang's thumbs up. Just because she volunteered didn't mean she had to be enthousiastic about the whole thing. In just a few moments the killhouse would be entered by Hogan's A-team who knew how to fight.
Kylie herself had become somewhat battle-hardened herself fighting off Reavers, but this was different. During the Reaver attack she had a squad of marines backing her up. And in special training they hadn't covered on how to go into the defensive.
"Nice going Kylie!" Kylie thought in herself. "You just had to go and step forward didn't you?"
Being unexperienced in the whole special forces mumbo-jumbo, Kylie started walking around silently, hoping she could hear Hogan and his men moving around. Maybe she could hear them moving around outside, so she'd at least know where they would be coming from.
Unfortunately for her, all was quiet. She couldn't even hear Sang anymore. Slowly but steady Kylie started walking down a corridor. The creaking of the wooden floor caused her to get somewhat paranoid of her surroundings. She knew she was in for a loss anyway, but at the moment she'd try to do anything to postpone just that, as she knew it would most likely be unpleasant.
Then, out of nowhere the door in front of her blew open and dust filled the room. Before Kylie could even get a glimpse of what was going on she was deafened by a loud bang and blindened by a flash. For a moment, she couldn't hear nor see anything. Before she even could recover, she was knocked down by Hogan's marines who had now entered the corridor.
Kylie now lay on the floor defenseless, with a couple of gunbarrels pointed at her face. When she regained her sight she saw Hogan standing over her, but she could not tell yet what he was saying.
"You're a disappointment Grasan." Hogan said as he gestured toward two marines. "Pick her up and get her into that room. We still have one on the loose."
Two marines took Kylie's weapons, picked her up from the floor and dragged her in a room, putting her down against a wall. Hogan followed into their footsteps.
"Wilkins, guard the room." Hogan ordered a marine. "The rest of you, find the other one. I want this wrapped up in five!"
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Post by amaia on Dec 22, 2009 20:54:02 GMT -5
Amaia ducked from room to room, taking care to avoid being seen. She heard the marines sweeping room-by-room, and knew as she passed the back door, she grabbed the grenade from its trap and held it firmly in her hand.
She waited for the footsteps to come around the hall, and then slowly and silently let the lever of the grenade free. She counted in her head: one, two-
She threw on three, and the marines barely had a chance to react before the grenade detonated at their feet, knocking them down.
"Marines! Report!" Hogan demanded through the radio. Amaia walked up to the men, who were groaning and trying to get reorientated. She put her foot on one of the more lucid men's backs, and pressed him to the ground, grabbing his earpiece as he did so. Hogan kept demanding for a report.
"Here's your report, Hogan," Amaia said as she drew her pistol. She fired a round into each marine, knocking them out one by one.
The radio fell silent. She needed an opening to get to Grasan, and with that plan, she grabbed a couple of grenades from the unconscious marines and sprinted down the hallway. With luck, Hogan would send the final marine after her, and that'd leave Grasan alone to escape or overpower Hogan or, at the very least, would allow Amaia to take her remaining opponents one-on-one.
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Post by kyliegrasan on Dec 24, 2009 9:46:02 GMT -5
Kylie was now alone in the room with Hogan. He turned to her and grinned falsely at her. Before she could wonder why the colonel was so happy the man took a swing at her and hit her right in the face. Kylie fell to the floor on her belly and for a moment she was away from the world.
When she came to her senses again a few moments later she could taste the blood in her mouth. Hogan didn't give her too much time for thought, he grabbed her by her collar and hit her in the face again, this time on her eye. She fell down on her back and then Hogan stomped her in the belly, right where the stinger grenade had hit her before.
Kylie felt excrutiating pains, and she got tears in her eyes. She had no idea why the colonel was beating her up like this, or what she had done to deserve it. She hoped someone would see this and intervene, but the room didn't have a camera.
She didn't know however, that her comms had opened and were blocked. She was transmitting, but didn't know it. Everything that happened was hearable to both Amaia and the people in the communications room.
"You know, it's kind of ironic Grasan." Hogan said. "About thirty years ago I was in your place, and where I'm standing now was your old man."
Kylie lifted her head and looked at the colonel even though her vision was blurry from her right eye. She was wondering what the hell he was saying, and why was he talking about her dad?
"See, your old man intervened when I was disciplining one of his greaseballs mechanics back on the Ravager." Hogan continued. "Coward caught me off guard. Beat the living hell out of me."
Even though she wasn't that coherent anymore, it all started making sense now to Kylie. She had heard the story from her dad: when a marine private was beating on one of her dad's mechanics, who also happened to be a woman. Kylie knew her father did the honorable thing, she just had no idea Hogan was the guy he beat up.
"I have to admit, it took me a while to figure out who you were Grasan." Hogan said. "But then your first name... it all made sense. Kylandra: Kyle and Cassandra. Heh, I always wondered why a fine officer like your ma wanted to marry a greasemonkey like your old man."
Kylie knew her parents' story: her dad was the chief-engineer on admiral Atherton's ship the Ravager. Her mother also served on that ship as an officer and a scientist. Her parents both said that when they met it was love at first sight. Her mother was a good person who, like Kylie, didn't look down upon the enlisted just because she was an officer. And like her, she got along with them, hence is how she met her father. But her mother disappeared ten years ago on the Outer Rim, and the Alliance didn't know what had happened to her, or the rest of the ship. They said that most likely it had been slavers, and the main reason why Kylie had joined the Alliance was to find out more about her mother gone missing.
Kylie got an angry look on her face from this pig Hogan mentioning her parents. She lifted herself in a sitting position and leaned with her back against a wall.
"You... you need to get your facts straight... sir." Kylie said. "The mechanic you were hitting was a woman, and she had done nothing to deserve it."
Kylie then realized something. And she thought it was funny. Even though she was in severe pain, she started laughing at the colonel.
"You beat up a woman thirty years ago colonel." Kylie said. "And now, thirty years later you're beating one again. I'm starting to see a pattern here..."
Colonel Hogan's face became red from anger because of what Kylie said. In rage he grabbed her by her collar and threw her straight through a piece of drywall.
Kylie's back hurt like hell, and she thought now was about the time Amaia would show her face. The marine Wilkins, who was guarding the door, also came to see what happened.
"Sir? What's going on?" Wilkins asked the colonel.
"Stand down marine!" Hogan said. "'Less you wanna peel potatoes for the rest of your service!"
Wilkins stood down, but he didn't approve of what was transpiring. Reluctantly he looked at what the colonel was doing.
Even though she was severely beaten, Kylie got on her hands and knees and started crawling toward an exit. Her main survival instinct had kicked in and all she wanted was to get out of there.
The pig Hogan looked at Kylie's behind and smiled. One could see that Hogan was not fit to be an officer.
"I've gotta admit Grasan, you look just like your ma from behind, especially in that pose." Hogan said. "Dumb whore did the entire crew before she finally got to your old man."
At the word of her mom being a whore, a switch was flicked in Kylie's mind. Her heart started beating more rapidly, blood started pumping faster through her veins, adrenaline was kicking in and the expression on her face changed. Nobody called her mother a whore. No one.
In a rush of adrenaline Kylie jumped up, totally forgetting all about the pain she was feeling, ran toward Hogan, grabbed him by the shoulders and started pushing him toward a window. In an attempt to stop Kylie, Hogan had grabbed her by her tactical vest but his attempts at stopping her seemed useless. The girl who seemed weak a moment ago had turned into a raging lioness that wouldn't stop until her prey was down.
Hogan fell through the window and in so doing, he took Kylie down with him. Both of them fell one floor down, but luckily for Kylie Hogan's body broke her fall. After being somewhat dazed from the fall a few seconds, Kylie collected herself, sat on top of Hogan and started beating in on him.
"No! One! Calls! My! Mother! A! Whore! Sir!" Kylie yelled, beating in on Hogan after every syllable.
After that, Kylie got up from the now unconscious Hogan, walked a few steps, but then finally collapsed. The adrenalinerush had ended, and both from pain and tiredness, Kylie fell to the ground unconscious, and left everyone that was present with their mouths open.
[OOC: I know, very long but I'm on a roll. And it's Xmas Eve so you can consider this your Xmas present. lol =D]
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Post by amaia on Dec 25, 2009 0:33:39 GMT -5
((OOC - I'll see your long post!))
Amaia rushed down the hall as fast as she could; her little bet and power-play with the Colonel had somehow turned far more real than she had intended.
As she rounded the corner towards the room, she leveled her assault rifle at the dumbfounded marine and shot him twice, knocking him down and out: she didn't need some overzealous marine fighting to protect his commander.
Looking out the window, she saw Kylie staggering away from the Colonel's unconscious body. Amaia hopped out the window and landed moving, getting to Kylie in a moment.
She threw her rifle to the grass and knelt down next to the battered girl, looking her injuries over. "Lieutenant, sit still," she ordered as she examined her various wounds. They looked nasty - bruises and blood - but there was nothing unexpected and, happily, nothing too serious, at least that she could see.
"Don't think you're gonna die," Amaia told the Lieutenant, "but I wouldn't expect any dates for a little while." She smiled when she heard the movement of grass behind her. Instinctively, Amaia drew her pistol and leveled it.
The Colonel was up, and looked more angry than ever. "Amaia, get out of the way."
"It's Lieutenant Sang," Amaia said firmly. "Stay where you are."
"Not going to happen," he growled. "That sad excuse of an officer is going to face a court martial for this, and if you don't stand down, you will face the same charges."
Amaia's gut turned; she had killed men as bad as Hogan. Better than, even, and she was wondering why he should be spared the sword. Her thumb found the magazine release of the pistol, and a moment later a new clip found its way into the grip and the slide was racked.
"Lieutenant Sang!"
"Sir, I feel as though I should warn you that this pistol is now loaded with lethal ammunition." Her face was dead serious, eyes cold and brow furled in concentration and anger. "Lieutenant Grasan is not under arrest. She is not to be charged. If she is, I assure you that my connections go a lot higher than yours."
The Colonel took a step forward and Sang fired her pistol into his chest. The report of the pistol was louder, and somehow meatier than the simunitions, and the impact of the slug against the Colonel's ballistic vest sent him back to the ground. He coughed and held his chest, looking at the armor that saved his life. "What the hell, Sang?! Have you lost your mind?" He sprung to his feet. "I'll have your head for this. Your career, your life, is done!"
Sang shook her head. "I don't think so." Hogan looked at couple Marines, who weren't sure how to respond to everything. "MPs, take the Lieutenants into custody."
"Stand your ground, sergeants," Sang ordered. The Marines looked at the Colonel, not wanting to approach the special operations soldier in front of them.
"I said arrest them! Are you-"
Sang fired a second round, this one aimed squarely into the Colonel's leg. The man crumpled to the ground and cried bloody murder, shouting about court martial and executions and the Alliance, with no small amount of profanity linking the string of words together.
"Sergeants, get a medical team out here," Sang said as she approached the Colonel. The men followed the order, and after they departed, Amaia slammed her boot into the Colonel's wound, and he cried out.
"Listen to me, Hogan, and listen close," she said. "If I ever see or hear of you treating any Alliance personnel like that again," she knelt down to stare at him. "I'll kill you."
"You're going down for this Sang, don't think-" He was interrupted by the barrel of Amaia's pistol pressing in between his eyes.
"Finish your sentence, Colonel. I dare you." She cocked the hammer. "Because I will gladly empty your head of whatever brain you have left and then go get some lunch." He remained silent. "I'm glad we have an understanding."
The medical team came running and Sang pointed towards Kylie. "The Lieutenant took a beating in the killhouse run, she needs some attention." The medical team looked at her confused. "Oh, yes, I suppose the Colonel should have someone look at his leg, silly me." She turned to the MPs. "Sergeants, mind getting one more team for the Colonel?" The Sergeants nodded and ran off, and the medical team started to attend to Grasan as Amaia watched over the scene.
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