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SHIELD - Weaponry of War | |
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Date of Scene: | 06 January 2024 |
Location: | Hydra Base |
Synopsis: | For months, Hydra has bedeviled SHIELD with alien technology used to enhance aircraft. A group of heroes and SHIELD agents find where it is, smash it, and by destroying everything help fulfill diplomatic obligations. |
Cast of Characters: | Natasha Romanoff, Ben Grimm, Bruce Banner, Greer Grant, Tony Stark, Isabel Kane, Nico Minoru, Nikolas Kamarov, Darcy Lewis, Clint Barton, Richard Stadler
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- Natasha Romanoff has posed:
For well over the last year, Hydra had been displaying advanced aircraft with alien tech. Hydra's R&D and engineering branches were not exactly reknown for their solid work, but if they'd gotten thier act together then the organization would be that much more dangerous. SHIELD had been sweeping around in continuous search for months, trying to track the stealthy aircraft, and had finally gotten some luck - the aircraft might be seemingly cloaked, but wherever they went in to land wasn't. An operativ egoing on a hike in the Adirondacks had taken notice of a mountain suddenly opening up to reveal a hangar as two jets went in, then the mountain closed again. It was a lucky break.
And now a strike team was going in by a large, bulky Quinjet. Being piloted by one Clay Quartermain who would be looking over his shoulder continuously. "So, uh, we want to go in there, break everything, and try and take whatever we can. If this is really important for them like we, uh, think it is then they're really gonna be dug in."
- Ben Grimm has posed:
Ben Grimm puts his fist into his hand and has a gleam in his eye. There are few orgs that Ben enjoys smashing to bejesus than Hydra short of Pure Strain Nazis, and their squidly cousins were damn well close enough. He had a gleam in his eye and a hunger to whallop things for Justice.
- Bruce Banner has posed:
Bruce Banner is still in his human form, but he's already stressing. He doesn't like flying much and he's already anticipating what it's going to be like jumping out of the plane. The adrenaline spike will trigger his transformation, although he does have a parachute on should he fail to change for some reason or another.
He didn't think that likely. He could feel Hulk under his skin, crawling to get loose. He hasn't transformed in too long. He's resisting it more and it's making Hulk more agitated. His hands are white-kuckled as he grips the straps of his parachute.
"We're...I'm ready," he says softly, then looks up at Natasha, eyes more intense, "He's ready. Let's go."
- Greer Grant has posed:
The problem with stealth aircraft is that they're stealthy, and thus hard to find, but the right people obviously got the job done, and thus Tigra's in the quinjet with some pretty heavy hitters. She keeps an eye on Banner, offering a quick grin that's meant to be reassuring. Meant to be, at least. She doesn't even show her fangs. "We definitely have some folks here who are mighty good at the whole 'break everything' thing," she offers to Quartermain.
- Tony Stark has posed:
Tony is suited up in his Mark XVII armor sans helmet. Sitting on one of the side seats of the Quinjet he's kicked back with his legs out in front of himself. He's got a holographic display floating above his left bracer and seems to be poking at it with his right hand, making small adjustments.
As might be considered typical for him, he's not thinking about where they're going at all, just tinkering until they get there. Time enough to make a plan when he sees what they're facing.
When Clay speaks, he glances up towards the cockpit and says "Next time try the confident voice, not the 'asking the head cheerleader to the prom' voice. It gives your team more confidence."
- Isabel Kane has posed:
"Does this mean you'd like us to grab some of the vehicles on the way out if we can?" Isabel glances towards Clay for confirmation even as she reaches for the high-tech looking 'sunglasses' perched on her head. Dropping them down over her eyes, she stays relaxed as she trades one uniform for another, the SHIELD field uniform disappearing as the Shi'ar Smasher uniform takes it's place.
Taking up a leaning position, she'l prop a shoulder against the wall of the jet, ankles crossing as she glances around at the team. "Or are we just looking to raid their computers before trashing everything and dipping out?"
- Nico Minoru has posed:
This is the first time she's gone out with 'adult supervision' so to speak. Still tugging at her WAND uniform, Nico remains quiet for the most part, just listening to the mission debrief. She looks around towards those in front of her, recognizing more than one, and on some level she's starstruck.
Still, she does what she can to hide it and waits to be acknowledged. She's the newbie after all.
- Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
The Russian, Nikolas sleeps stoicly in his seat. The moment the quinjet took off, he was fast asleep. His arms folded over his chest and his mask sitting on his lap. Even if there is turbulance, he sleeps. Nothing else to do until drop time.
Sensing things are about to kick off, the Russian wakes up and watches everyone in the group for a moment before reaching down and picking up a bottle of water and takes a sip. "My guess is we'll find the place already abandoned and we'll have wasted a perfectly good plan."
- Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy Lewis is probably no one's first choice for smashing anything! But she has arguably been heading up a SHIELD program for tracking 'weird rogue tech' for over a year now. Shi'ar salvage in the wrong hands, Intergang leftovers, that whole jam. She even wrote an AI for it. Surely it will never go rogue itself and cause problems in the future!
But for now, she sits in a condition of purposeful 'this is fine' as the Quinjet makes its approach. Field work has never been her forte, but being in SHIELD doesn't always leave you the option for Work from Home. She's strapped in, in the back, and holds on as they make whatever kind of approach, hopeful that Mr. Quartermain knows what he's doing! Until the signal that they're ready to move! "Confiscated gear would be way easier for analysis," she offers over to Isabel. "But worse come to worse, better blown up than not. I've got some lists I can back-check against while we're inside and feed back to my system to see if it can suss out anything about the likely sources, if we can't keep them for inspection..."
- Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Clay Quartermain gives a nod over at Darcy, "Yes Ma'am." Technically seh outranked him, an oddity. "We'd like to take things intact if we can." If only to know how to counter it - or if feasible replicate it. But just to know how they could break it.
The Quinjet is going along in cloaked mode, and rather cramped over inside..
Natasha gives a nod over at Bruce. "We'll handle thigns as they come up." She gives a look of affirmation over to him.. In the distance, they're approaching the mountain. Right over on the front of it for whomever is manning the sensor console to notice two large turrets deploying and an SAM launcher.. Which are then somehow switching to active and pulsing as they go for a lock on! The hangar of the mountain is going to slide open.
- Ben Grimm has posed:
Ben Grimm grins widely. This is what he lives for. No shades of grey. Just a wanton chance to clobber the sqidheads and hopefully throw them through walls. There werevery few people he didnt hold back at all for...but Hydra? Oh yeah...he leaned forward and watched for the hance to leap out and start throwing things into other things.
- Bruce Banner has posed:
Bruce Banner manages to squirm around Ben at the loading doors, "Push the damn button already. Why haven't we launched yet? DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND, IT'S TIME TO GOOOOOOOOOO!" Bruce shouts at the poor guy at the button, his eyes starting to bulge, his skin starting to shift and writhe.
Suffice to say, the button's gonna get pushed and Bruce Banner flings himself out into the air mid-transformation, twisting end over and end tumbling towards the ground. Parachute forgotten and unneeded.
- Greer Grant has posed:
As they continue to fly again, Tigra has to resist suggesting a rousing chorus of 99 Bottles of Beer on the wall. And then things start to hit the fan. "Well, you heard the man," she says with mock cheerfulness, leaping out in Hulk's wake. She'll be using the parachute, herself. She can land on her feet, but from this high up it would be messy.
- Tony Stark has posed:
Looking up as radar warnings start to shriek in the cockpit, Tony says "Ah, that's for me, I think." Standing up, his helmet extends from the rest of the suit covering his head and then he reaches out to hit the control to open the rear ramp of the Quinjet. He's beaten to it by a rather intimidated SHIELD flunky, so he just shrugs and jumps out.
About a hundred feet below the jet he hits full repulsors and arrows towards the SAM emplacement. Targeting comes up on the HUD in front of him, and a small missile launcher extends from the shoulder of his armor. "Anyone care to wave goodbye to the nice turret?" is all he says as he triggers the launch of two small missiles which streak towards the launcher.
- Isabel Kane has posed:
"We'll try to bring you something nice for your Christmas stocking," Izzy nods to Darcy and moves towards the back of the Quinjet as Bruce starts getting all antsy. With the ramp door open, she'll glance at Ben and smile, "Want a lift the hangar? Can launch ya right at 'em."
Whether he agrees or not, Isabel will be leaping off the ramp and flying off towards the 'secret compound' with every intention to just... roll right into that hangar and start smashing anything and everything. Because, y'know, Smasher. It's in the name!
- Clint Barton has posed:
HYDRA's making another murder machine?
Fun.
Hawkeye was present of course, wearing a full set of tactical gear. His bow was in his hand and his high-tech quiver was fastened to his back, bearing a myriad of trick arrows for a myriad of different events and combat strategies. They were going in by Quinjet, which means most CERTAINLY a drop at some point.
But he's noticing Banner freaking out, the other residents of the Quinjet talking strategy and shooting the shit before the mission, Clint is just quiet. He's thinking. Thinking about how he's going to do what he's going to do in a team environment, the best possible position he could take. You know, the Ushe.
He looks at Stark. "Sounds like it Stark. Do me a favor and say 'Auf Wiedersen?'" He winks at him, though he looks then to Banner. "Don't worry Doc, we'll get you there. Other guy'll have his fun, don't sweat." Too much, anyway.
- Nico Minoru has posed:
Oh dear, is it go time? Pulling out a switch blade from one of her pouches, Nico slices the palm of her left hand. "When blood is spilled, the Staff of One shall emerge." It's the mantra that always is said when it happens, and soon lengthy half-staff appears in her left hand as she gets ready for anything.
Looking through a window, she spies the two turrets. Deciding to be a bit of a show off, a silly little grin curls onto her lips as she slams the staff on the ground and simply says...
TURRETS INTO FERRETS.
- Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
"If it was intel we were after, you could have sent me in first." The silver haired Nikolas says looking to Darcy. The Russian, as a show of demonstration, afixes the mask and slowly fades away. Only the straps of his seat showing that he's really still there. "But, hindsight is 20 20 I suppose." The invisible voice says before he shimmers back into focus.
The alarms that likely suddenly start to sound has the Russian, up and out of his seat the moment the back door opens and Banner goes flying. With quick strides he's jumping out right behind the Hulk, "Winter on the move," he says through comms and instead of falling, the damn Russian flies pivoting mid air and rocketing towards one of the other SAM launcher, his hand comes up and a wave of solid energy is shot from it. Battle happens fast. Things go kaboom. Guess we're not doing the stealthy thing.
- Darcy Lewis has posed:
Obviously, Darcy waits until all the orange rock-men, cat-women, armored battlesuits, fully deputized alien super-troopers, and other considerably more intimidating (and more importnatly, durable or bullet-proof) people have taken the lead. As far as she's concerned, if they're gonna get shot at, it... may as well be someone else!
... or maybe the witch will just turn the air defenses into mustelids.
Non-heroism aside, she unhooks herself, checks her bag, and then queues up for her own place out the back runway after most of the others have cleared it, before hopping out herself. She has a parachute-glider type thing, which she promptly deploys, following the rest down at a more relaxed, float-y pace! In fact, it's gentle enough that she can check on her little data-pad (which she has strapped to a forearm for more easy access during the mission), to access what are presumably very important readings from the Quinjet's sensors, overhead satellites, and other such goodies.
- Richard Stadler has posed:
Once more, there was a call that there was some job that might need skilled personnel. And at this point, Stadler just didn't question the fact that it took him a minute or two of looking over his workload before scheduling a substitute, catching a taxi to head up island, and inside of an hour end up with a bag of gear walking across the tarmac to a Quinjet and loading up with personalities far, far more colorful than he was. At least he was able don gear quickly on the fly, and simply didn't have to worry about the exceedingly short briefing they had got on the issue... not that he needed it, strangely enough.
"You know I have a house up this way?" He said, pulling the gas mask over his face, as he speaks to no one in particular. "Little project for retirement."
Maybe it was something to keep his mind off of the fact they were running into the teeth of defenses that...
Okay, just consider them 'neutralized. That was the only way he was going to be able to focus with all this hocus pocus going on. The ground was look enough for a quick jump off once things got slow enough, leading to a roll on the ground and a grunt from stiff bones as he brought his rifle up, searching for threats.
- Natasha Romanoff has posed:
The turrets rapidly go to open fire, even as two of them are destroyed by the micro-missiles being shout out from Iron Man, and the other ones are made ever adorable ferrets - how shall they adapt to the wild? OR will they be adopted by Molly as pets down the line? Only the future can tell.
As the lock ons are dsirupted, the Quinjet is getting ready for evasive maneuvers as it drops the cloak given the lock ons are bypassing it. As the turrets are taken down, Clay Quartermain goes to yell at them, "Everybody out!" Rather theatrically as the pilot goes to hold off on full on evasive maneuvers as some are getting ready to smash, and others are just bracing themselves.
The deploying agents and skirmishers are quick to notice more deploying defenses - heavy robots that are going out that look like small mini-mechs, getting ready to deploy small gatling cannons on their wrists to open fire! Nikolas does in the confusion notice where they came out from - a quick sliding access tunnel meant to deploy troops by the looks of it. It will have deployed everyone at once so there should be some time until a second wave..
Then rocketing out from the open hangar are three jets coming out at high speed! Launching at Mach 2 without sonic booms, they would rip right past the Quinjet, seeming to ripple in air while blasting past as if cloaked! Triangular shaped jets that were almost in an oval, three large interlocking 'wings' on them making a form almost like that of an insect. Recognizable to those that knew as Shi'Ar tech in those few moments they were visible. The Quinjet's sensors under Darcy's monitoring are definitely picking up Shi'Ar fusion fuel cells on the craft - rather easily trackable. Also trackable circling around to get behind the Quinjet!
- Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra hits the ground and rolls with the impact, coming up and looking about for trouble, just in time to see the warbots stomping their way onto the field of battle. She darts towards the closest one, moving erratically to make herself as hard a target as possible as she tries to get close enough to scramble up on it and start looking for panels she can claw open or smash apart.
- Tony Stark has posed:
Tony grins as the turrets are neutralized, then gets buffeted into a tree as the semi-alien jets blast past. Plowing through the trunk about forty feet above the ground, he leaves the falling timber behind as he kicks his boot repulsors up to full and turns to follow the jets. "Ok, that wasn't cool, I liked that tree."
"HOMER, keep them targeted, record everything we get about them in case they get away. Get the satellites focused on them as well, I want to know everything about them."
That done, he kicks into aerial combat mode, another launcher extending from the other shoulder. If he can get even a moment's lock on, he's going to be testing these aircraft's missile resistence.
- Isabel Kane has posed:
Getting passed by the jets, Isabel is quick to dodge out fo the way of their path before turning around and activating the spex's super speed option. "I've got the jets in the air, make sure no more can take off! They can cloak from damn near everything, have advanced weaponry, and are space-capable... Quartermain, incoming with an assist!" Shi'ar tech. Of course it is. More and more of it has been showing up lately. At least it helps to justify her having joined SHIELD with her pre-existing responsibilities.
Flipping over in mid-air, Isabel takes off at a speed that's hard to follow, already calling up the specs for the types of aircraft that could have provided the basis for these jets. Targeting their power cells, Isabel is going to be ripping those fusion cells right out of their housings.
- Darcy Lewis has posed:
"You have ONE little space war on the moon, and you end up cleaning up after it for years..." mutters Darcy, even as she floats through an aerial warzone.
But yes, these energy signatures are very familiar to her, by now. Let alone the actual silhouettes where she can get visual. "Guys, you're free to fire at will on the Shi'ar-origin tech, don't worry about the bag-and-tag. No mystery what it is or where it came from, and the Treaty says 'verify destruction or return with due haste,' so you're just saving us the return postage..."
Presumably they don't actually send alien weapons to the Starport via the US Post Office, but the point remains. Earth is actually at peace with the Shi'ar now, and SHIELD has been operating in good faith to return whatever stuff they find, rather than lock it away for analysis. They get cooperative intel and some more basic tech exchange in return. "Ms. Kane, I'm sure you know where to-"
Yeah, silly to even start saying it!
- Ben Grimm has posed:
Ben Grimm leaps out, and while he sees an insane amount of potential for mayhem and destruction, what he really has his eye on is the chrome customized hydra hoverbike with all of the customized bells and whistles that the leader valued more than his own men. Like a month to flame, Ben ran straight towards it, bypassing other targets as small arms fire and even some plasma pistols bounced off of him as his eyes shone in the firelght like Santa on Christmas morning. Taking bot his hands, he took the most cherished possession of someone, possibly the leader and turned it into a giant bowling ball and threw it at sub sonic but mighty speed into an entire row of fighter jets.
Unless stopped, it crashes into their landing gear like nine pines, smashing several with the improvied sporting apparatus.
- Clint Barton has posed:
'EVERYBODY OUT!'
"Hard copy."
Hawkeye puts his coms in his ear and slips his specially made gloves on. As soon as the order is given, Hawkeye is leaping out of the quinjet and landing firmly on the ground in a roll so he doesn't break his goddamn ankles. His hand immediately reaches behind him to pull an arrow from his quiver as heavy robots are coming for them! "You know, I've always wondered why HYDRA uses robots, you'd think they'd get smart and just use people! They think better!"
He looses that arrow after he knocked it, and soon enough...one of the mechs has an arrow right in it's primary senser, as the arrow itself starts to-
*BEEP. BEEP. BEEPBEEPBEEP*
There's an explosion, and hopefully that one (and maybe one other) is either down or at least pretty damaged!
He looks up at those jets as they fly overhead. "Shi-ar tech...always fun."
- Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
"West side of the mountain. Armored warbots. Small squad. 5?" Winter's voice is heard over the comms. He's stopped his flight and hovers over the battle field surveying when suddenly the jets take off from the hanger blowing past the still Russian. "Shit that was fast. 3 boggies. Energy signature is nothing I've felt, but I can track it easy now. Can't keep up with those speeds."
Battle is about split decisions and Nikolas makes his a fraction of a second as they pass. The mechs can wait, but he has no desire to be flying home from this place. As Stark zooms up past, the Kherubim, shoots after him, positioning himself to protect there ride, sending energy blasts at the ships. Tony may want to study them, Nikolas' only concern is taking them down before his ride is shot. No way an Uber would pick them up all the way out here.
- Richard Stadler has posed:
Oh, wonderful, robots. Stadler quickly to take cover from a tree rapidly splittering under fire, as he takes a moment to yell out to Clint. "I suppose it's because there's a severe shortage of Nazis, lately!" He exclaims, before the odd roar of aircraft not from this world sounded from the hanger doors behind them. Rick wasn't an engineer, but he certainly had a memory for what might have shot at him before, and those aircraft were it. "I don't like the fact that we might not have air superiority here; We need to get under cover."
He spoke the obvious, of course; maybe hoping to inject some urgency from those who might prefer cover and a slow dismantling of the defending force in front of them. Another time for speed and aggression, as Rick brought up the Mk 17 and let loose a burst of rifle fire, once, twice, thrice, directed at the bots in front of them. The horrible part was at this time, he'd fought enough of these unmanned systems to know where to aim; sensor suits and less armored joints; Mission kills were sometimes the only things you could count on.
- Natasha Romanoff has posed:
It is something that they can destroy without worry. Bird-tech. That's what the treaty requires. FOr once, there's no real worries about having to carefully take down alien tech, fight their way through it, and try to avoid being cut apart by miniguns. Here, they could just smash. Smashing was fun!
Tony's systems are quick to synch up and lock onto the fighters, moving to blast out and lock on to the alien power signature! They go to blast up and over! The first missile impacts something glowing just a bit. Wait, they had shielding!? Since when?
The second impacts just a few hundredths of a second later as the shield is cycling.. And blows it up, the power core detonating in a subdued fashion. There won't be anything left but free floating molecules from that.
Isabel can track an automated minigun desperately trying to turn towards hr to open fire, even as she goes to simply bounce her way through it, crushing it instantly. There might almost be a Mario 'you jumped onna goomba' sound accompanying it. And then Ben is likewise grabbing up a hover-bike and throwing the pilot off it and intoa tree, and then hurtling it through the air and smashing through the third and final jet which goes *boom* in midair. Nothing left of the three. Not their pilots, not their energy cells, not thier craft.
Greer on the ground goes to hack her way through the robots. These are more standard Hydra tech. Bulky. Boxy. Slow to react. The type that got by in numbers, cheap, and en masse. The type that she trained against all the time. Ever so simple to deal with as she goes to hack through them along with taking out everything else along with CLint. Quick bursts of energy, explosives, and just smashing through has taken out everything on the ground automated defenses wise, and also shut down the emergency lockdown - the doors are wide open.
Energy blasts pepper the air as the flying threats are dealt with. And now there's the large, open hangar to charge into.. Or the shafts along the ground that were used for deliveries and to deploy the mechs they just used.
- Ben Grimm has posed:
Ben Grimm is treaty obligated to have fun smashing squid toys. He almost (almost) giggles as he drinks the Kool aid and ....well...Kool Aid Mans from wall to wall to wall, smashing anything and everything. Rarely, does he do just plain mayhem and destruction but here? Yeah, there is no bad thing to smash, and SMASH...well...CLOBBER, he does.
- Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra rips the panel off the warbot and a flash of claws quickly makes short work of the wiring and circuity within. It's not enough to immediately destroy it but it is enough to disable it, and that's enough for now. A graceful backflip gets her on to another warbot, this one she disables by twisting its head off, though not without quite some effort. Once removed she throws the sparking object into another bot.
- Tony Stark has posed:
With the air threat gone, Tony banks around and heads for the hangar. Pulling up and landing just inside, he looks around to see if there are any further aircraft that need to be broken before they can take off and cause trouble or be used for escape, for that matter. If there are any more, repulsor blasts should take care of them while they're on the ground.
Looking around, after aircraft his next target would be any weapon emplacements or HYDRA soldiers. If there are none of those... then HYDRA's getting lazy. Just for giggles he blasts maintenance equipment, not that it would be used _during_ an attack on the base.
- Isabel Kane has posed:
Smiling grimly as the jets are taken down, Isabel makes a mental note for her report back to the Shi'ar and flips around to head back into that hangar. Joining Tony is destroying any remaining jets before flipping over to the Pentavision and going for a thermal look through the compound. Looking for anything that might be giving off enough heat to be supplying main power to the place.
Any major heat sources are tagged and flagged before she starts for the power core. If it's also Shi'ar tech, it needs to go away, otherwise they'll just rebuild after the team has left.
- Nico Minoru has posed:
It's not like she has a lot of battle experience. The ones she actually participated in, she was fighting for her life; not necessarily actively fighting nazis. And so, for the minute or so, she froze up, holding her staff in hand, just dodging the blasts that she could, before talking on the comm.
"Um, this is Nico. If I could get a pick up to the hangar, I think I'm getting the hang of things."
- Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy's goal is a safe landing, after sailing through all the hail of crazy. As soon as she's close, she pulls a handle for a bit of manual flap-breaking, before finally coming up on the ground, making a sort of running landing that ends with her hitting the quick-detatch mechanism on the center of her harness to get her free of the now very bulky shoot. Once she's on her feet, facing an army of robots on the ground, she quickly just runs for the nearest cover while everyone smashes robots.
She does have a sidearm, but...
"Got a lot of signatures inside the hangar there, probably means target-rich but also, uh, defender rich," she communicates, tapping one hand across to the little display on her wrist. "Another route of ingress via those shafts, although the formation density is giving me trouble scanning a full route beyond." Taptaptap. More gunfire, more robots. "Oh hey Stadler."
- Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
Winking back into existance, Winter watches the jets get dealt with. Ride home is secure for the moment. But the shielding thing will need to be figured out, but that's smarter peoples jobs. Winter's job isn't to think, his job help neutralize threats and to help destroy tech that Hydra should not be playing with. "Jump, I'll get you." The Russian calls, pivoting seamlessly in mid air and rocketing towards jumping Nico. Easily he snags her mid air and zip zoom to the hangar they go.
Landing easily into the hanger opposite of where Tony lands, Winter sets Nico down on her feet he gives the young woman a wink and in a blink he's moving much faster then any normal man should. Vaulting over crates, he catches some hangar workers unaware and in a display of acrobatics and hand to hand, he easily dispatches them. Not wasting time he turns and is about to blast a ship when he gets shot. Point blank. Right in the chest.
Whoops.
- Ben Grimm has posed:
Ben Grimm runs at the biggest collection of idiots and begins to hurl some of them into the air in huge amounts. Again, there are a few exceptions to the noraml rule...Hydra is one of those exceptions and he enjoys disrupting them whenever they congregate.
- Richard Stadler has posed:
With the robots falling to hacking, and the fighters being cleared from the skies, Stadler lets out a breath of relief from the filters of the mask he's wearing. "I don't suppose we can just contain this here and let the Air Force have a crack at it?" He notes, moving to head up to cover and take a knee closer to Doctor Lewis. "There are a lot of things we're doing that I'm almost certain could have been handled with the right sort of JDAM."
There's a brief moment of checking the vents in front of them, before Stadler looks over to Darcy's harness. "Good drop. I really need to peruse the SHIELD equipment list, sometime. You know they've got C-17s that can straight up hover?" He says, before standing back up. "Don't stay far behind; I don't think we've got the people to provide rear security." Before heading forward into the vents where the defenders had arrived and been cut down from.
- Natasha Romanoff has posed:
The Quinjet will fall back to a position in cover where it's not at risk of being shot at with the external area secure. Agent Quartermain goes to give a call, "outside is all go." Then the group is ready to breach the interior. And if anything Darcy said is an understatelemtn. Inside (if they go to breach the hangar) are at least a dozen jets that are clearlye xtraterrestrial. Darcy would notice on some of them some plasma cannons being loaded up that are similar to the ones of the alien spacecraft that 'negotiated' wtih SHIELD a few months ago after the unfortunate cultural exchange and misunderstanding.
There are dozens and dozens of Hydra personnel rapidly going to dig in with weapons. Technicians are grabbing wrenches, soldiers are throwing up anything that can be used as a shield.. And those jets that are ready are going rapidly towards a railgun launcher to be evacuated posthaste! To the side is a huge flying craft that's about the size of a B-52 with some huge JATO engines (Jet Assisted Take Off) that had been put on rotator units.
- Ben Grimm has posed:
Ben Grimm smashes more Hydra like nine pins. He never gets tired of it and wont stop until the very last of them is gone.
- Tony Stark has posed:
Ok, that's what Tony calls a target rich environment. He raises his arm towards the launcher and a missile pops up from the bracer and launches across the hangar into one of the rails. "Let's see them use that now." Tony mutters over comms.
He's been basically ignoring the small arms fire that has been thrown in his direction up to now, but when an energy blast actually removes a bit of armor from his side and staggers him to the side for a step, he turns and uses a repulsor blast, blowing the HYDRA soldier and his energy weapon solidly into a wall.
"Ok folks, let's clean this up. Doesn't look like we're going to hit too much resistance beyond soldiers, so we can get this done. Darcy, let us know if you see anything you want. And can someone please blast that cargo plane before it leaves?" He strides forward, heading deeper into the base to wreak havoc.
- Isabel Kane has posed:
Taking the time to do a thorough scan through a number of different spectrums, Isabel is able to get a lock on a large Shi'ar-based generator. The power source for the base. Flipping back to her superspeed, Izzy becomes a blur of motion, reaching damn near the speed of light as she takes off, zooming through the base, skipping past all manner of HYDRA agents and guards, and straight to the generator.
Sending any guards on the area flying into walls and ceilings, she'll enter the room and look the generator over, shutting it down and removing the core before going full SMASH on the generator itself. It won't *explode*, but it will end up so much scrap metal on the floor... and should help take most/all of the weapons and tech being used by the HYDRA here offline.
"Power source is down. Everything powering their tech should be offline. Agent Kane, returning to extraction point unless needed elsewhere."
- Darcy Lewis has posed:
While the Hydra techs show good team spirit picking up wrenches and the like to join the battle, Darcy displays no such go-getter attitude. Squint is here to Squint, not bludgeon people!
Again waiting for the heavies to make their initial ingress, she follows only as far as it takes to find a computer terminal. Any one will do, and there are a lot, so she isn't too picky. Promptly, she removes some kind of thumb stick from her own kit to insert into a slot, while beginning a bit of tappa-tappa on the keys. While her fancy degrees may be in fancy physics, she still very much enjoys her 'hobby' with comptuer security. "Yeah yeah, normal encryption, I may be no Rejewski or Turing, but you've really slacked off since Enigma." Nerdy hacker insults.
"OK I'm in! Dumping network resources, gonna upload our malware on the way out- Oh, hey look. Don't uh, third big ass plane from the left is full of- crap this is Grey stuff." As in, yes, THOSE aliens. The abduct people kind. SHIELD has had some dealings.
"Yeah those we DON'T blow up, they're actually very touchy about wanting all their stuff returned nicely with a bow on top so uh, if you please... otherwise, this place is a dump, trash away."
Somewhere in the midst of this, one of the 'brave' Hydra technicians comes at her, with the afforementioned wrench. "Oh for fuck's-" she only barely scrambles to get her sidearm out and hit him with an ICER. "You're a disgrace to whatever educational institute I can only assumed you finished near the bottom of your class at, you know that!"
- Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
Winter doesn't drop. He doesn't stagger. The panel in the comic just shows Winter's back as he stands there with obvious gun smoke rising from his chest and from the barrel of the gun from the Hydra soldier a triumphant look upon his features. The next panel goes all black followed on the next page, "Tsk tsk tsk." The panel changes view points. The bullet sits smooshed in Winter's chest. It lingers. Then falls clattering to the ground. Winter's hand shoots up and grips the barrel of the smoking gun. "You will need more then that, comrade." The gun starts to glow red hot and the guards face turns from terror to pain and he screams, and before he can leave, Nico is there to knock the soldier straight to next Tuesday.
As the other Nico arrives near him, he gives her another wink. "Let's go smash thing, yes? Don't look towards the screams though, you'll not like it what you see." A sad smile forms going into stealth mode. Screams are heard. Bodies tossed about. It is not a pretty sight. It is bloody and ruthless. It's efficient as Winter helps deal with the soldiers. He works with Nico, covering her when she needs it. Always winking back into existance to do so. He doesn't want to get blasted after all.
I can board it," Winter calls over the radio, "see where it goes. They will never know..." famous last words.
- Richard Stadler has posed:
Stadler doesn't have a lot of firepower capable of heavy destruction, but he'd learned that going into fights like this without a grenade launcher was foolhardy. Moving forward, rounds were sent again toward the Hydra personnel rushing to establish defensive positions, but it did seem they hadn't been as ready to hold the line as they normally would have. A fresh clip was enough to get a hole to move foreward, before the grenade launcher is brought up, and a round is popped over to one of the engines on the craft. A second round is loaded in, as Rick grimaces. Maybe the wing joints...
He turns to Lewis, moving in behind them, before searching the aircraft in front of them. "That one? Don't engage that one? Good to know. Let's hope that Hydra decides to cooperate with that." A second grenade is launched, this time to the large aircraft's wing, arcing it up to slam it with a focused blast from something a bit more high explosive than the last attempt.
- Natasha Romanoff has posed:
They're able to contain the area pretty promptly. T he lgihts dim and glow as conveniently everything powered by the generator in the base goes shut off immediately. There's a kick-in as backup generators come online to give dim emergency lighting. Hydra computers are easily accessible to download adn wipe from the mainframe, and pull all information. They have piles of things to smash and destroy,t o return..
And ti's a mission accomplished. One never knew that smashing stuff would be the way to diplomatic relations!