What of usually been a usual cruise missile, exploded in tactical nuclear strike on a distant range. Orbital bombardment screams through the skies once more, ripping apart the cliff and anything in the vacinity. Clouds and plumes in the distance, echos of shockwaves heard over the groundcrew comms. A few seconds after the payload drop the forces proceed forward. More units coming at them. Their numbers are vast. How did they get to be so many? Regardless, it's chaos in both places, planetside and in orbit.
The.Cincinnati: *Sy* Move!
ANC.001-"Warhammer": Nixie: "They're scattering. Adjust fire, fifteen degrees east."
ANC.001-"Jupiter": A.S: Payload, load another, target another base, prepare for striking.
The.Sovereign: Hunt: Warhammer, take over. Guns are re-spooling.
BIS)HMS-Albion: Brightwall: Turn around, launch a Thermobaric Cruise Missile..
ANC.001-"Jupiter": Kole: Payload confirms, we got a encamplent spotted, firing for effect
ANC.001-"Warhammer": Nixie: "It's starting to look like the fourth of july down there."
BIS)HMS-Albion: Brightwall: On my mark Elliot.
BIS)HMS-Albion: Brightwall: FIRE!
The.Cincinnati: *4* More incoming! 9 o'clock!
The.Sovereign: Hunt: Adaptors are back online. Hammer 'em!
Order|SD-"Talandar": Vi: Ridge. 3 more rounds inbound on stated position... adjusting 15 degrees west.
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: DUCK!
The.Cincinnati: *Sy*: I'm not going down****
The.Cincinnati: *Sy*: A misslie screams past the SR crew*
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: *Although distant, the impact of the bomb is clearly visible from space, first forming a black cloud, that suddenly is ablaze like the sun*
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: Jesus Christ, I never saw those things impact on anything that looks like a planet.
ANC.001-"Jupiter": A.S: We're reading a blast wave, hunker down.
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: Incoming heat wave!
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: Unless you like yourself crispy and black, into the Crater!
The.Cincinnati: *Sy*: Everyone down in the crater!
ANC.001-"Jupiter": Ten seconds.
NC.001-"Jupiter": A.S: Three seconds, get in there!
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: Hit the deck! *Jumps into the crater*
The.Cincinnati: *Sylus' team Dives into the crater with the BIS agents.*
A wave of around 7000 degrees celsius passes just over the forces in cover, incinerating all that were still up.
ANC.001-"Warhammer": Nixie: "Be advised. They've gotten a distress signal out. Expect reinforcements."
ANC.001-"Jupiter": A.S: I got that covered, Hunt, moving to the otherside, moving for low orbital drop bombartment, this should get their attention.
The.Cincinnati: Mav: Ground crew, Sitrep!
BIS)HMS-Albion: Brightwall: Walter.. are you there?
There's a break in the clatter of war on the crust. Everything lays silent. There's nothing but dust, a scorch mark, and a large crater...
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: Yeah... I'm here.
The.Cincinnati: *Sy*: *coughs* So much "Deh-briss"...
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: Its a bit hot for this time o' year, in't it.
The.Cincinnati: *Sy*: Like a day on Houston.
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: Should've brought my bikini.
The.Cincinnati: *Sy*: Speedo's are the rage.
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: I see the shuttle.. its still intact
The.Cincinnati: *Sy*: We best get going.
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: Its in a crater, so the heatwave passed high over it.
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: Picking up some movement.. Friendly contacts!
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: *He jumps up and he and the bretonian crew sprint towards the crashed ship*
The.Cincinnati: Sy*: Stay close guys. Let's get 'em.
The.Cincinnati: *sy and the crew run through the faint haze of dust, explosions heard in the distance of missiles bombing the shell of the planet*
BIS)HMS-Albion: Brightwall: Walter.. how are the men.
The.Cincinnati: Mav: Are they alive?
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: Here, let them tell you themselves.. linking them to the comms center now.
BIS)HMS-Albion: CP1: Lieutenant Simmons, all safe and sound.. Thanks for coming to our aid!
ANC.001-"Jupiter": *The distance hills begin to glow brightly as orbital payloads begin to remove anything hostile from complete and total existance* Comfirm further orbitral strikes
The.Cincinnati: *Sy posts up, scanning around the crater, the other 4 perimiter the crash watching the shells burst in the distance*
BIS)HMS-Albion: CP2: Major Whitefield here.. I got a shard of metal in my arm.. Need medivac over.
BIS)HMS-Albion: Brightwall: Alright, im sending the empty shuttles towards you on autopilot.
BIS)HMS-Albion: Brightwall: I suggest setting your shuttles to autopilot aswell, Maverick.. dont let them walk all the way again.
The.Cincinnati: Mav: Your crew touched down first. Don't pin that on us.
BIS)HMS-Albion: Brightwall: There is no such thing as pinning, there isnt even a problem--
ANC.001-"Jupiter": A.S: I'm seeing silo's coming online...
BIS)HMS-Albion: Brightwall: ...well, besides those Silo's.
The.Cincinnati: Mav: More to the point. WE got crew down there.
ANC.001-"Jupiter": if you don't get them out of there soon, they are about to become more leveled then what we can do now
BIS)HMS-Albion: RO: The shuttles are 5 klicks from the troops, over.
ANC.001-"Jupiter": Kole: Stone, load J-Sucher one.
BIS)HMS-Albion: RO: 2 Micro-klicks
ANC.001-"Jupiter": A.S: You kidding me?
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: we see the shuttles..
ANC.001-"Jupiter": Kole: Just do it.
ANC.001-"Jupiter": A.S: Fine, payload to switch out, remove orbital drop weapons, load bombartment dropper
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: Thank the gods.. Lets get the hell out of here. *Shuttles can be heard touching down*
The.Cincinnati: *Sy* Boys, move your betsies, Time to going.
ANC.001-"Jupiter": *There is something dropped from the Jupiter, the rocket was as big as ten story skyscrape*
ANC.001-"Jupiter": A.S: Auto targetting, target locked on hostile forces.
ANC.001-"Jupiter": *The missile spun about in space to get a correct location strike, all ships getting a grid lock on the location*
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: All men onboard.. heading back to the Albion now, over.
The.Cincinnati: *Sy stops next to the shuttle seeing something twinkle in the sky* Sy: The hell is that?
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: Sy, get your ass in the shuttle!
The.Cincinnati: *Second shuttle is loaded with 4 of the men begging him to get in*
ANC.001-"Jupiter": *The rocket began falling on boosters*
The.Cincinnati: Mav: IT's a damn missle you loon! Get in the shuttle and out of there!
The.Cincinnati: *Sy* Oh! Hell! Ain't gotta tell me twice!
ANC.001-"Warhammer": Nixie: "For gods sake. Move your ass. Don't make me move it myself!"
ANC.001-"Jupiter": *The rocket screamed over the pods for a moment before flying past them entirely, clearly Hessian in design* one minute to strike
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: Lads, take off, all bretonian shuttles are full.
BIS)HMS-Albion: *The bretonian shuttles take off, rushing from Orbit, afterburners glowing hot.*
BIS)HMS-Albion: Brightwall: Jack, open those shuttle hangers!
BIS)HMS-Albion: Jack: On it.
The.Cincinnati: *Sy gets into the shuttle, the landing bay closes and it lifts off, trying to catch up to the other shuttle as the missile rockets past the shuttles*
The.Sovereign: Hunt: Stand by to turn and burn.
BIS)HMS-Albion: <- The shuttle doors open The first shuttle with Walter, crew, and rescued agents arrive.
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: Steady.. steady... bringing her in.
ANC.001-"Warhammer": Nixie: "Hurry up. Don't make me come down there!"
ANC.001-"Jupiter": *The weapon went off as it hit, first just a flash, then the shaking as a rather large strike ordinance went off, followed by more shaking as other silo's ruptured from the missiles chain reaction underground* Confirming impact.
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: We're in.. taking the Major to the medbay, sending the LT up to you, m'lady.
BIS)HMS-Albion: Brightwall: Confirmed, and i want a crew lead meeting in 10 minutes. Be there Walter.
The.Cincinnati: *Sy*: Give me the damn controls! Afterburners on! *Sylus smashes the afterburner, but it fails to function*
ANC.001-"Jupiter": A.S: Sy' get out of there now unless you want to be fried.
The.Cincinnati: Mav: Dammit sylus...
The.Cincinnati: Mav: The hell is taking so long to leave orbit?
ANC.001-"Warhammer": Nixie: "Jesus he isn't gonna make it in time..status report!"
ANC.001-"Jupiter": *From orbit, the light could be seen passing the smoke, whatever Jupiter targeted, it set off a chain reaction* Confirmed hits
The.Cincinnati: *The warheads detonate one by one, seen from orbit, the shockwaves are heard hitting the ship over Sylus' comms*
The.Cincinnati: Mav: SYLUS!
BIS)HMS-Albion: *Dust from the impact rises to space*
ANC.001-"Warhammer": Nixie: "Damn it... Lowering orbit altitude."
ANC.001-"Jupiter": A.S: Get them out of there, unless you want to see a J-Sucher blast wave hit them, you need them out of there now
The.Cincinnati: Mav: SYLUS! SITREP
ANC.001-"Jupiter": A.S: You got one minute before the Sucher blast wave reaches them
The.Cincinnati: * A loud explosion is heard over the comms. Multiple shockwaves in the distance slam the ship's side. Followed by static*
The.Cincinnati: Mav: C'mon Sylus... You can't die on me...
The.Cincinnati: *Just as the shockwave passes by, the ship is scooped up by the blast, and thrown into the bay of the Warhammer, sustaining damage to the hull and interior. The blast strong enough to push the Warhammer itself back, and large rocks from the planet are thrown into the ships. Pings of plating heard, like a hailstorm on a tin banister.
ANC.001-"Warhammer": Nixie: "GOTCH-OWww! *the rocks bounce off the AI's hull exterior, Nixie feels each one like a punch to the ribs and the ship thrown into the bay like a large rock to the mouth.*
The.Cincinnati: Mav: SYLUUUUS!
ANC.001-"Jupiter": A.S: Warhammer, it's in! seal yourself!
ANC.001-"Warhammer": Nixie: Doors closing. Stand by-" *Static followed.*
The.Cincinnati: *Those same rocks from the surface, after reaching Nixie, eventually reach the Cincinnati, bouncing off the belly of the Cincinnati, denting it minutely.*
ANC.001-"Warhammer": *Static continued. The debris leaving small dents and a large gash in the port side hull, gasses leaking out visibly.*
BIS)HMS-Albion: Brightwall: Jupiter, what kind of thing did you use?
BIS)HMS-Albion: Brightwall: Half the planet is mating with our shield
ANC.001-"Jupiter": A.S: Hessian mixture, Kole desighed, due to the lower stratosphere, the explosion is much stronger then what should of happened.
ANC.001-"Jupiter": *The blast went on for nearly half way around the surface before stopping itself*
ANC.001-"Jupiter": A.S: Confirming, blast wave has finished. *She turns to Brightwall before motioning to Kole who comes to the bridge* Its called a J-Sucher.
ANC.001-"Jupiter": Kole: Designed for leveling military bunkers or silo's, hard to make really.
ANC.001-"Jupiter": Kole: However due in part that we targed more nuclear silo's, the blast power was much much moer stronger...
BIS)HMS-Albion: Brightwall: I see...
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: M'lady.. The Major.. He ehh... Ehh.. He passed away.. The shard in his arm cut his artery. There wasnt anything we could do.
BIS)HMS-Albion: Walter: Shall I inform the family?
BIS)HMS-Albion: Brightwall: *Sighs deeply* Yes, do it.
BIS)HMS-Albion: CP1: *The lieutenant falls down to the ground, sobbing* I- i've known him since my 6th... B-b-blasted squids!
The Agent was clearly shaken. The fleet successfully secured the men. But what of Sylus and crew? Was it worth one man for possibly 5? Maverick scowls and teems with anxiety. A mix of emotions again, from Anger and rage, to sadness and depression. The full circle of feelings at the thought of losing Sylus wears down on his mind as the fleet returns to Barrier Gate and get out of the drake system...
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Cincinnati Assists BIS in a rescue operation Part: 2.