Iphigenia goes over to Sgt. Faith  looks him over and doesn't find any apparent injury, she does notice that he is unconscious and not responding to any form of stimuli, she needs to get a better look at his overall injuries, but she can't do that in the cockpit.

As Iphigenia is checking Sgt.faith she gets bombarded with "medic" calls. She herself starts to panic,she's the only medic and it talked some time to look over the more seriously injured.she needs some help with triage.
Iphigenia looks over at Lt. Cerise and says "Lt.  Sgt.Faith needs to be moved to the medical station now, and I need to go check the others who are injured and how serious they are,may I take two privates to help me?"

Iphigenia get to the medical station and straps herself and the other injured that happen to be in the room and braces for impact.
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In reply to Kaarle Cherkovski (msg # 45):

"Ok 'Kchek' Weapons systems ready, OK boys and girls this is it ..... Wraith Squadron on my mark, THREE, ...... TWO, .... ONE, .. MARK!"

Doshi times the break away from escorting Vulture to the last second. As Doshi looks out to the port side of his cockpit, the re-entry is not looking to good. Regardless Doshi knows that they will need time to get themselves ready and its up to his team to give them that time. We cant let any of the clamshell make re-entry to the planet.


general comm "Disengaging Vulture escort and engaging the enemy targets. "

comm to Kaarle Ok 'Kcheck' I'm on your starboard wing, I'm switching to guns for close defense, ... anything that gets too close I got you covered. Focus on their deployment, ..... lets get close and personal partner.

Doshi is concerned about the Vulture, without it they cant get back without some serious luck on there side. And the rest of the team, on the ground with little to no air support, if these clamshells get through their sitting ducks.

Missiles lunched, .....

Hey that 'Kchek' he's not so bad a pilot, ..... AS Doshi following close on this wing, .... Woow nice moves, his guy looks like a natural, ..... "Watch out incoming we have incoming at 3 o'clock, .... Not in gun range yet" .... holding, .... holding, .... Beep, beeeep, systems almost in locked, ..... BEEEEEEEEEEEEP firing, ....
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In reply to Doshi Morimoto (msg # 52):

Watches in amazement as the group falls in to cover his ass, a look of determination on his face as the first of missile volley flies towards their intended target.  They land hitting the incoming carrier quite hard however not enough to destroy or disable it.  It isn't long before all of the carriers have opened their hatches and swarms of invid fill the night.

We got incoming!  Fall back don't follow me in! he basically screams into his radio as he realizes just what he's gotten himself into.

His smile has quickly faded into look of panic as he switches his Veritech into Guardian mode using the thrusters on his feet to kill his forward momentum just enough for him to flip facing the opposite direction.  Once his course is corrected he switches modes back into fighter and punches it to full speed back towards the vulture.
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Miriana had a choice. Either she would get herself strapped in and hopefully survive the crash, or she'd work on the protoculture engines and hopefully get them repaired before the ground would come up to say hi while she had not yet been strapped in.

She shook her head. The ones that were on board were Banshee Squadron, her Squadron, and she couldn't expect them to risk their asses if she wouldn't be returning the favor every once in a while. So, working on the engines it was.

17:57, Today: Miriana Thakun rolled 19 using 1d100 with rolls of 19. Protoculture Engineer (55%).

*whew*

Using this along with the Jury-Rig roll in my last post if at all possible to explain where i got the parts since i can't expect someone to bring them over anyway. But either way i wouldn't be strapped in and at least partially be in the ship's innards during landing.
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"Ms Hart, please keep us in contact with Wraith as long as possible. And, if you please, give a comms countdown prior to impact, so those of us trying to accomplish last minute tasks can attempt to strap in on time."

Cerise unbuckles herself and heads back to try to make sure any wounded (or dead) as well as any loose gear are all secured for the crash; she knows that her chance of surviving while unbuckled is much higher than anyone else's so she only enlists others' aid in this if they can reach to help while remaining secured (like to cinch down a strap within reach or the like. Her goal is to try to get herself strapped in before impact, but, at very least, to get every person, dead or alive, strapped in first.

OOC: I know this will take multiple rounds to accomplish, however re-entry takes quite a while before impact. For example a simplified calculation that assumes that the shuttle is a rectangular solid (ignoring wings) gives about 4 minutes for re-entry, assuming a totally uncontrolled (terminal velocity) re-entry. Any slowing down (say, to make the crash survivable at all) would increase this significantly.
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  Veering and rolling to the left and down as the Invid defolded trying to avoid getting hit as she  dived for safety. As her collision warnings sounded in her cockpit.

 She gives her Sensors and radar quick looks as she tries to form up with someone. She is quick to activate her shadow cloaking devices as regains her bearings and decides to regroup with the Vulture and the others. Its then she see the vulture going down and the damage coming from her.

  Hearing Cerise over the comms: "Wraith one, this is Vulture actual, Vulture is going in, please have Wraith cover our descent. If you can wipe out those clamshells before they deploy their contents; so much the better."

  she sees on her Radar that there are to many Invid to fight before hearing Lt. Kchek radioing his own intention to fall back.
  She calls out over the Radio; "Batgirl to Roughrider, form up and give cover to the Vulture upon her reentry." then says; "Hang on Banshee, its gonna be a rough ride."
  With that she fights to keep up with the Vulture



rolled 62 using 1d100 pilot veritech.
rolled 54 using 1d100 read sensors passed.
rolled 61 using 1d100  radio basic.

  Al these PCs are NPCed.

  Josie is thrown about in her cockpit as she begins to acquire targets before the alpha she was attached to turned from the battle and following the shuttle. She replies over the radio. "Roger that Batgirl."

 Aiko follows Lt. Kchek, prepared to follow her original wingman into the jaws of death and when he suddenly turns and heads back to the shuttle. She slams her fist into her console and then follows him back to the Vulture.

  Karma Murphy, She jinks and twist to avoid the collision and gets herself ready to engage a superior number when her radio comes to life with a message from her her bunk-mate and friend, Batgirl to form up with her and escort the Dropship down. She quickly confirms it and then links up with her friend.

  As Wraith Squadron turns to stay with the Vulture the largest of the Scorpion open fires with the Laser eyes of its claws hitting Rokkits Veritech dead on sending its shattered remains to rain upon her teammates and then to burn down upon the Planet.  The shock wave forces all to struggle to keep the formation, even the Vulture is forced to readjust as those inside are tossed around even more.


    The Vulture descends to the planet below at an alarming rate that even wraith squadron is having a hard time keeping up with. Sgt. Swift is doing his best to keep control but the trip is bouncing the vessel around. And the shock wave causes him even more frustration forcing him to Scream over the PA system; “everyone to independent life support systems immediately!” The marines (including PCs) who are trained for this are in their CVR in a minute flat securing their visor and themselves. A prayer can be heard being made by someone, but no one is sure who is saying it and no one interrupts it as it is concluded.


    Time is moving slowly inside the Vulture for all but one. For Lt. Thakun she as soon as one thing seems to be patched two more then explodes in front of her. It is only made worse when the Vessel is toss about with the shock wave causing her leg to slam into the conduit to brace herself. It is of no real use, for her until she can power down the ship and truly get in there with some help to figure out the damage. But the stubbornness to her duty kept her working through it.


   Finally the doors between each section seal shut signaling the impending last moment, cutting those off who are not together. PFC Hart begins count down at the one minute mark announcing for those still out of the landing seat (these are the same as the Horizon-T’s in the neck), again it seems like an eternity as she counts down.  10…….. 9……. Crash…… Positions……. 7….. 6….. 5……. 4……. Brace fo…. R impact…..


   Wraith Squadron can only watch as the Vulture slams into the mud and water of the marsh that comes up way to quick. Spraying mud, water and flora in every direction destroying trees and large growth as it makes final contact. They too are forced to switch to guarding modes to finally slow their own decent and will have to spin back around to regroup.

   Those who are inside hear the sound of the metal of the hull scraping on the trees and the slamming of metal on metal along with a young woman’s scream right at the moment of impact. The lights flicker on and off for a few seconds before it goes dark for the minute before the emergency lighting kicks in leaving everything in a red glow. For those who only have cyclones sighed a breath of fresh air as they seem to have stayed in the storage above their heads.


  Cerise you look around at the bridge and see the damage, and while you are not sure of how bad it is, you can clearly see the floor panels and some of the consoles misshaped about you. your crew while not dead are not unscathed. Sgt. Swift looks as if he is still trying to land the dropship with wide eyes and a death grip on his controls.


  Sillia is alone in the Cargo pod in her HKB armor secured in its containment area. Unable to do anything.

  Lt. Thukan is thrown about the engine compartment.as the ship hits hard.


  Korvan is the first to bark out “ROLL CALL MARINES!”

  GM Note: the Doors are still secured shut.
This message was last edited by the GM at 05:29, Thu 02 July 2015.

When the call is made to get into independent life support, Cerise puts her CVR-3 on over her EBA-04s.

OOC: I'm assuming that most of the bridge crew also suited up, the exception being Swift, who was kinda busy trying to keep us from dying.

  GM Note: The Bridge Crew has EBA-04 suits and place on helmets. No they could not suit up in CVR armor.

OOC: Ok, thanks for the clarification, added a bit to the orders I'm giving them.

Cerise hands Swift his helmet and addresses the bridge crew: "Ok, everyone, we're not out of the weald yet. Let's do everything we can to make Lt. Thakun's job easier. Swift and Gold, try to get as much information about our damage as you can. Hart, I want you to see if we still have any sort of sensors and monitor them; as you can, also try to pull up info we got when we started scanning the planet; any information may be useful. I'm going to go see if the mechs in the pods can be deployed. Anyone who leaves the bridge needs to suit up in CVR-3 or equivalent, just in case the bugs show up."

Cerise heads into the compartment, and see if either of the bridges to the pods can be deployed, while she listens in on the roll call by the marines. As they finish Cerise speaks up: "Mr Korvan, if you would please send someone to check on Lt. Thakun; take her helmet with you so she can get an enviro-seal."
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Miriana kept working on the conduit through the turbulence and the trembling, not wanting to give up. She didn't care what eploded, for all she cared all of the conduits could blow, but those engines needed to get up. When she knew time was running out she jumped out of the wiring and moved to brace herself, better to get flung about than to end up 'eating Gs' in the middle of wiring. She had seen what wires could do to someone during a crash, it had taken the Engineer's head clean off. And the blood then shorted out several other systems. She didn't feel much for having a limb ripped off by getting caught in some cabling however, and so she grabbed on to something solid as far away from the walls as possible. Too close to the walls and the impact could very well break her back, another less than stellar result.

When the Vulture 'touched' down she lost her grip and was flung against the wall, but she had gained half a second to brace for the impact. She couldn't do much about it, but at least she had been prepared. The worst of it over, she rode out the remainder lying on the floor, her face bleeding from having bitten her lip when she had hit the wall, but a quick check told her that even though she was feeling sore all over, she hadn't actually broken anything. Good, mission accomplished. She could hear Korvan shouting too. Heh, the Masters sure knew what they had been doing, Zentraedi were built tough. She reached for her communicator.

- "This is Thakun... Was in the engine compartment when we crashed... Wasn't strapped in either, kept trying to get the engines up. I'm fine, but i hit the wall pretty bad. Need a few minutes to catch my breath."

Her voice was a bit strained, but she sounded okay, short of being a little out of breath as she had already mentioned as heard in the slight pauses between sentences. She took a deep sigh and rolled onto her back, letting the coolness of the metal plating seek into her aching muscles.

20:34, Today: Miriana Thakun rolled 50 using 1d100 with rolls of 50. PP check.
20:40, Today: Miriana Thakun rolled 19 using 5d6 with rolls of 6,6,1,1,5.

  The Bridge crew confirm their orders and begin trying to patch up what they can. They are assisted by TS Patterson. who is sent in by

 Korvan replies to Cerise's order with; "PFC Phalen, take the Lt. helmet to her and check up on her in engineering."

  He looks around for those he did not hear reply; "Where is PFC Sillia and Cpl. Winters?"

  it is Kariza who replies to his inquiry; "they were in the pods Sargent."

  With that both Korvan and Kariza follow lt. Cerise to the pods what they find there is the hover tank slammed into the front pod door with blood pouring out on the floor. Kariza helps to free Sillia from the HKB containment straps. the rear door shows the all clear. but will open the pod to the out door atmosphere once it does.

  Loup enters the engine compartment, seeing Lt. Thakun he ask; "Are you ok LT? he hands her, her CVR-3s Helmet. "Orders of Lt. Cerise, we are securing the ship in case we have issues. Are you sure your Ok ma'am?"

 Iphigenia you check on the unconcious co-pilot straped to the med bed. You give him a more through ex-amen and find several right ribs broken. while he is not awake he will live.   +

  Wraith Squadron, as you return to the vulture you are forced to stay low as your radar see the Invid fly past over head. though it feels like they are totally ignoring your group and are focused on something north of your group.

Miriana accepted the helmet and put it on as she replied, her voice already taking less effort to maintain.

- "A little banged up, but I'm fine. What's our status, how many does Banshee Squadron have operational?"

Adjusting the strap, she switched on the group radio to talk to everyone in the Vulture at once -- those that were wearing their helmets anyway.

- "We're not out of the woods yet people, I want everyone in flying condition running patrols, we need to secure this perimeter and we need to do it now! *cough* Wraith aren't the only ones that saw us go down and the clams are around in far greater numbers."

She climbed to her feet, looking around to see where her satchel of tools had ended up, hopefully most of its contents had survived as well.

- "In the meantime I'll try to get us flying again."

In reply to Gargoyle (msg # 64):

continues his low patrol around the vulture thinking back to just little earlier and how things turned south quickly.  Suicide is not on the agenda however he wanted so desperately to get his first kill.

"bushido, any word on how much longer repairs are going to take?...

  As Wraith Squadron flys over head they can finally see the damage on the outer hull. it would appear to be extreme, and will need a proper hanger bay to fully make repairs. you are all doubtful that she will be space worthy anytime soon, as you see her in the swamp below.

  As Iphigena checks Sgt Faith over. Nyota knocks on the door holding her broken arm close to her body.

  She says in a firm tone; "Excuse me Corpsman Ramsbottom, I need to see you so I can resume my duties."

Covering Kaarle's wing is no easy task, 'Kchek' is a really good pilot. Keeping up with him is tougher then it seems.


As Doshi looks at hundreds and thousands of Invid troops being dropped, be begins to have a flash back of his first encounter with the Invid. In his head he can hear the screams of his first squad, .... call sign 'M'Lady' 28 Invid roaches surround her, and she releases everything she's got, ... now out of ammo, .... she tries to clear the field for a quick get away, ... one roach comes from behind her out of the smoke, .... at short range the shit releases on her blind side, ..... Doshi looked into her eyes, ... she and he know it was over.

general comm "Kchek!" there's just to many, ....

As Kaarle switches to Guardian mode, Doshi hesitated just a extra second so the when he does the same maneuver, he turns to take the rear (at this point its almost as if they are facing each other and shouting over each others should, .... firing in opposite directions) Doshi continues to covers 'Kchek's' back side, NO roaches are going to take out my team this time.

general comm I'm your wing man and I'm not leaving you!, ....

AS 'Kchek', flips back to fighter mode 'Bushido' does the same and stays at his wing, .... full speed back to the vulture.

---

Replying to 'Batgirl's' request vulture comm "Batgirl this is 'Bushido', we have over 2,000 enemy troops being deployed, this is a no win combat zone, I repeat a no win combat zone."

Doshi looks out the port side of his cockpit and watches the scattered fragments, and destroyed wreckage break the outer atmosphere leaving streaks as they burn up on re-entry.

Doshi hears the count
10…….. 9……. Crash…… Positions……. 7….. 6….. 5……. 4……. Brace fo…. R impact…..

Bushido feeling that the thick of it is over, at least for just a few seconds, general comm "Kchek, break away and take a quick circle around the perimeter of the crash sight, Lets make sure we were not followed. Then take a defense position to allow the vulture to deploy ground squad and start repairs. Don't forget stay low, out of sight and use stealth, lets not attract any unneeded attention."

---

comm to Vulture. "This is Wraith Squad leader to Vulture One, we have taken position 1/4 click outside crash zone, enemy still present, looking for a status report and new orders?"

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general comm "Wraith sSuadron report in, .... need damage reports and current position?"

general comm "Well, the bad news is the crash broke damn near every system that wasn't already shorting out during our entry. The good news is that i can probably cannibalize enough non-essential systems to get her flying again, but to do a full repair she'll need to sit in the docks for at least several weeks if she isn't mothballed entirely. Can't even begin to guess the damage. How are we looking up there, any pursuers?"
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comm: "Wraith, continue to maintain defensive perimeter. There is a bit of damage to the pods, so Banshee is working itself out."

Shipboard comm: "Everyone double-check enviro seals; we need to open up the pods to get our mechs out. Mr Korvan, have everyone with a cyclone prepared to disembark. We need to get Banshee in play."

Cerise double checks her silverback and prepares it for launch.
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Iphigenia stops looking over Sgt.Faith when she hears someone knocking at the door. she sees a female standing in the doorway holding her arm tight to her chest. She hurries over to her and begins to look over her arm and realizes that it is just broken. Iphigenia says "This might hurt a bit, I have to set your arm and put a cast on. You shouldn't use your arm for a few weeks. "


Paramedic skill. rolled 19 using 1d100.
Paramedic skill: Pass

When Iphigenia is finished with Sgt. Faith and setting and putting a cast on Nyota, she heads to the cargo hanger pod to get her cyclone out and ready to go.
Iphigenia says as she arrives "The medic has arrived."

  Michelle keeps with Rough rider and circles back to the crash site. She checks her radars to confirm they have escaped the Invid. She does a quick survey over the crash site.

  She speaks into the radio; "Bushido, what are our orders sir?"

  The Marines assemble and get into their armor and suit up in thier cyclones. The stand ready and awaiting orders as the double check weapons and ammo loads.

  As Iphigenia walks into the Cargo pod, Korvan Says for all to hear: "Well it looks like the Duchess finally decided to join us." He looks to Private Phalen;
"Private Phalen, your the Duchess's body guard. If anything happens to her I am holding you personally accountable."

  Loup nods his head to confirm the orders and the consequences of failure.

  He looks at the rest of the Squad and then to Lt. Cerise, "With the exception of Lt. Thakun, Banshee Squadron is accounted for and ready to disembark."

In reply to Michelle Grey (msg # 74):

Wraith comm "Batgirl, this is Bushido, we are to hold position and keep a protective perimeter of a 1/4 click around the crash site. Use stealth, keep it quite and keep the roaches out."

General comm "Sue, this is Bushido, looking for new orders. Ma'am I don't like sitting around like this, need to know what's the plan?" Doshi is worried that the Invid will spot them and attack. With the Vulture down, men already injured or dead, well its not a good thing.

Doshi starts to check his radar, he does so every few second waiting to be see if they are spotted. He goes completely stealth mode and takes a hidden position on a high ridge as he waits, ....

Wairth Comm "OK no more chatter until we get orders from Vulture. Keep in sight of a squad member and just use your training, hand signals and cryptic messages only. Lets go guardian mode be ready to hit the sky for air support, if needed ..... Batgirl, ... Take cover over there, starboard side, in that tree line so you have Vulture in our sights and that ridge. I will hold this spot of the ridge, Kchek .... you got my port side and keep that meadow over there clear, with the high ground and Vulture in our sights we should be ok. The rest of you take flanking position on us and the Vulture, supply cover fire if needed. Let do 1 more ammo check, .... count your rounds and lets conserve our ammo, we don't know how long we are going to be here, and we don't know yet how long before Vulture will be ready to fly."

"Thank you Mr Korvan."

Cerise gets into her silverback.

General comm "This is Vulture actual. Banshee is preparing to disembark. We'll get our cyclones out there to help form the perimeter, and begin working on getting the mecha out. For now we'll need to defend the ship; there are too many for us to take the fight to them. Once Banshee has a defensive perimeter set up, Wraith will extend their patrol area to decrease the chances of the bugs finding us before we realize it."

Internal comms "Bridge crew, please assist Lt. Thakun in any way possible with repairs. Anyone else in Banshee that Lt. Thakun would like to assist, please do so. Open pod door to atmo in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1..." Cerise signals to the marine next to the hatch release to open the pod door.

"Ms. Ramsbottom, please hold back for the moment; you're our only medic, so you'll need to treat anybody who's injured. Once we've all moved out, you probably should re-pressurize and check on the hover tank pilot; please save them if they can be.
Mr. Korvan, deploy the marines in a defensive perimeter. Everyone let the cyclones move out, then begin to deploy your mecha."

After all of the cyclones have disembarked (except Iphigenia), Cerise shifts to battloid mode and begins to assist some of the larger mechs in climbing out of the pod.

With the mecha spilling out of the Vulture and the distinct lack of gunfire telling her that there was no enemy presence in the area, Miriana decided to first make a list of what was broken before making a list of what to repair and in what order. Holding her thankfully still usable datapad -- with a large crack running along the screen from the crash -- she started surveying the exterior of the ship first, assisting Banshee with setting up a defensive perimeter based on what she knew of fortification.

She was met with mixed results. The datapad was pretty much shot, the display was still working but trying to type anything was an exercise in futility due to the damaged touchscreen. She would need to get a replacement and transfer her files to the other one later. Since the Vulture wasn't going anywhere anytime soon however, her advice along with the scavenged materials of parts of the hull that fell off during the crash made it so that it could resist enemy fire more efficiently acting as Banshee's temporary Field HQ.


20:19, Today: Miriana Thakun rolled 95 using 1d100 with rolls of 95. Damage Control (50%).
20:25, Today: Miriana Thakun rolled 3 using 1d100 with rolls of 3. Field Armorer (50%).