AN: The song that goes along with this chaoter is "10 Feet Down (feat. Rubelle)" by NF. I hold no ownership to the song or Call of Duty: Infinite Warfare.
The ride down to the armory level was short, through rather loud. The screaming and yelling of frantic sailors was replacing by the banging of hammers, the arching of the welding equipment, and screech of drills as the Retribution's halls were slowly being put back into place. She wondered to herself how long would it take the engineers to put her back together. Would it take longer with still being active? Should she suggest to Reyes to keep Retribution out of a fight until most of the carrier was back in place? Was she allowed to suggest that? For Devon, things were changing very rapidly and she was finding it a little hard to keep up.
The lift came to a stop at the armory level and Devon departed. The hallway splintered off into two directions, one leading to the ship's armory and the other to another portion of the carrier that she didn't care for at the moment. Windows lined two of the three sides, providing a view of of Ret's exterior and the vast expanse of space around her. Devon spared a passing glance as she walked to the armory door. She could only see a sliver of Earth and what she could see was nearly dark as the planet rotated into its nighttime cycle. Littered along the edges of the hallway were trunks, canisters, portable workbenches, and ladders. There was only one other person in the hallway with her and he had his head in the ceiling, no doubt rewiring. Once she reached the armory's door, she pushed down hard on the lever and shoved it open.
"Well, hello there, Lieutenant." came the southern drawl. Devon looked over at one of the windows that gave an inside view at the weapons locker and smirked. Warrant Officer Maynard "Griff" Griffin watched the SCAR operative with intrigue. He was no doubt wondering what her ingredients for destruction and mayhem were going to be for the day. Griff was a reasonably tall man with dark brunette hair that was parted on the right. When they had first met, he was little put off by her, as most people were and the feeling was mutual with his prosthetic arm. She had cautiously approached him about but had been brushed off, saying he's rather not. She could respect that, there was a lot of things she didn't want to talk to anyone about either. She didn't even want to think about them.
"Hello, Griff." Dev coolly replied as she strode over to the nearest station.
"Here for your usual mayhem, Satan?" he asked. Devon raised an eyebrow at his nickname for her. He was usually the only one to use it. Though, sometimes Salt would if she pulled a particular daring move in her jack.
"Enough to make grown men piss their pants, Griff." she responded, her attention diverted to the load out screen.
"So more than the usual." he stated, giving her a knowing look. She paused to glare at him.
"What do you think?" Devon asked, slightly annoyed as she turned her fully on him. Griff looked up into ceiling, thinking carefully about his next words.
"Yeah," he nodded, "I'm gonna stick with that.". Devon shook her head and reassigned her focus on the load-out. It had been a no-brainer for her-the standard NV4 assault rifle with reflex sight, a rifled barrel to increase the range and damage, and a stock. She stuck to her usual for a secondary- Kendall 44 with no sight. For added bonuses, she picked out a couple of frag and anti-gravity grenades. The anti-gravity was great for most any environment, save for Space itself, as it voided the area of its gravity and suspended its target just long enough for them to be taken out. Her Jackal was no different, keeping it simple and as is.
"You keeping your knife?" Griff asked, gesturing to her belt. Devon glanced down at her hip before looking back up.
"Aye." she dragged out. "Anything wrong with that?" Griff shook his head as he backed up towards the printer.
"No, no, no." he said. "Just curious." Devon hummed as she finalized the load-out. But as soon as she pressed the button, Devon was thrown forward onto the console.
"Ugh! This is a shite jump!" she gritted.
"Wouldn't be surprised." Griff answered, holding onto one of the weapons crates. Alarms sounded overhead only to be drowned out by the hull's groans of protest. A small explosion ripped through a part of the hanger, trigger the fire suppression system and sending the crew into a frenzy as they attempted to put it out. The carrier buffeted around in the jump pocket, knocking things off shelves and throwing open unsecured cabinet doors. Devon had only just regained her footing when she thrown backwards as they exited the pocket, knocking her head into a crate. A dull pain radiated from the impact point and spread forward as she grabbed her head and groaned.
"Ow." she breathed as she picked herself up.
"You okay, Lieutenant?" Griff called out. Devon stumbled back into her station.
"Aye." she exhaled. "Just…hit my head."
"Wanna go to med bay?" he teased.
"Fuck no!" she shouted, instantly straightening herself and glaring daggers at him. She had an absolute hatred of place. All the monkeys down there ever did to her was poke her with needles and berated her. Though, she did have to admit it was sometimes warranted as she never took up the initiative to go herself to visit them and usually tried to patch herself up after any scuffle. Reyes or Salt would eventually find out afterwards and personal escort her there. They even stood guard just to making sure she didn't rabbit-which she did on a few occasions.
"Just poking fun." Griff said, innocently as he held up his hands and backed away. Devon hummed as she exited out of the terminal's screen and waited patiently as her set was loaded into rack. The cabinet popped open, displaying the assault rifle with all its gear. Once everything was secured to her person, she headed for the hanger door.
The hanger was loud with the Skittles yelling to each other over the clang of C12's feet and the hiss of their pistons. The smell of gasoline and afterburners infiltrated her nose, almost making her feel right at home-whatever the hell that was now. She didn't mind the noise, preferring it to quietness that sometimes leached into her mind. A null in the noise level, no matter the location, always sent a chill through her body and a shiver up her spine. In Devon's experience, quietness always preceded the storm.
She took the lift down one level to the tarmac where she met Gibson, headset on and tablet in hand. Gibson was another person whom had trusted her at their first meeting. The woman had been a pilot herself during the Succession Wars, serving several tours alongside Raines when he was just a lieutenant junior grade. Through, for reasons still unknown to Devon, Gibson had given up the pilot's seat and opted to become the hanger's lead officer. Gibson ran the carrier's hanger with an iron fist, taking every step that could be taken to assure everything and everyone was in tip-top shape. It was one of the reasons Ret had high marks on its annual inspections.
"Hey, Boss." Dev greeted with a sigh.
"Hey, Dev. SCAR teams two and three are waiting for you at Raven-One for the briefing." Gibson reported as she handed a tablet off to her. Devon took the device and scanned through the report on her jackal-any repairs that been done, refueling, system and weapons check. "Your jack is up at Bay 1."
"Thanks, Boss." Devon nodded as she handed back the tablet. Boss nodded as she took it back and jogged off to a small group of skittles loitering around one of the aircraft tugs. Dev easily found Raven-One, it was the only personal transport with a large gaggle of pilots hanging around the rear. She caught the attention of the highest ranked of the group as she strode over to them.
"Group attention!" Lieutenant Junior Grade, Thomas Yazzie, shouted. The yell caught the group off-guard as the jerked to the position of attention. Yazzie was a tall and darkly tanned Navajo man from New Mexico and in charge of SCAR Team Two. His hair was kept within the military regulations, but from time to time he would push what was allowed in favor of native heritage. Yazzie had an initial distrust of her like many others. He was still suspicious, but showed her respect as a higher ranking officer. Devon's shoulders sagged in annoyance, still hating whenever she was put anyone at the front of any formation. She huffed out a sigh and jogged on the balls of her feet to Yazzie's six, waiting for his about face and salute. "All accounted for, ma'am."
"Don't call me ma'am." she gritted, as she returned the salute. Yazzie dropped his and jogged to the back of the formation. She wasted no time in beginning the the briefing, it ousted wasn't in her nature. "This is a twin assault to take back the lunar gateway. Watch your sectors of fire, we have have our people taking it from the ground. Our objective is to regain air superiority from SetDef." She went through the usual spiel about tag teaming and not letting themselves get overwhelmed. "We're already are down several SCAR Teams. We don't need to loose anymore. If see our guys having trouble beating back the bastard, take a shot if you can." She spared a quick at Yazzie. "At any time, Captain Reyes may call on me to switch to the ground assault teams. When this happens, Yazzie will take over command."
"SCAR 1-3, do you copy?" Gator called out through the comms, interrupting the briefing.
"I read you, Gator." Devon responded, into the mic.
"We're entering the AO." he informed.
"Roger." Devon replied, before turning to glance back over at the pilots. "Alright! Let's give those bastard hell. Dismissed!" The teams scattered with a yell as they ran to their jackals lined up at each of the launching bays. Dev surveyed the hanger for a moment before turning and jogging to her own. Standing at the ladder, was Kloos with her helmet.
"Your jackal is all ready to go, Lieutenant." he reported, his German accent thick as she took the ladder rungs two at a time, bracing herself on either side of the cockpit as she swung her legs over and in and before seated herself into the pilot's seat. Kloos' head popped up over the edge as she strapped herself in and began powering up the jack's engines, waiting for her to finish before he handed her the helmet.
"All SCAR Teams, report in." Dev ordered, after securing the helmet to her suit. Kloos gave her the thumbs up as the cockpit window was lowered.
"SCAR Two-One, all systems green."
"Check Two-Two." Devon listened as each of their members radioed in. Her Jack jerked forward as the hooks slid her onto the runway.
"One-three to One-One." Devon radioed. "SCARs are ready to engage. How copy?"
"Affirmative, One-Three." Reyes radioed back. "You're clear to engage. Keep our path clear."
"Roger, One-One." she responded back before turning the green light on the others.
"Tower to One-three." ATC Mini Boss said. "Be advise, heavy skelter presence in the AO."
"One-Three, Copy." Dev replied as she opened the throttle. The engines whined and screeched as they built up power. Over the engines, she could faintly make out as the Tower Mini-Boss commenced the countdown. When they reached one, Dev shot out like a rock in a slingshot. They fired upon almost immediately as they exited Ret.'s runway and Devon had angled her jackal towards the gateway, She looked to her left in time to see two of their own explode into miniature fireballs. "Son of a bitch."
"SCARs Two-Three and Three-Three are down. Runway five is also out of commission." the tower reported. The on-board AI kicked in when it detected two skelter missiles tailing her.
"Fuck." she breathed out as she barrel rolled down and shot off flares. She righted herself and skimmed the Moon's surfaces as two more missiles hit to her right. An explosion from behind shook her jackal and sprayed debris out in all directions, pinged off the body. The tango on Devon's HUD disappeared and the alarm system switched off.
"Your clear, One-Three." Yazzie called out over the radio as he came up on her right, the tips of their wings only a few feet a part. The two exchanged thumbs up before parting ways to take on the remaining threats threats. A skelter a few kilometers ahead of her barrel rolled into her crosshairs. She acted on instinct and fired off two missiles, but the bastard shot out of the way in the nick of time and her missiles hit one of the passenger shuttles.
"Gator, you're going to have to drop and go. Fighting is too heavy for you to take on for too long." Devon advised as went after the skelter. She spotted Retribution at her nine o'clock as it descended to off load the insertion teams.
"Affirmative, 1-3." he replied. "Moving for off-load."
"All SCARs, keep an eye out. Marines are entering the AO." she advised out to the others.
"Keep SetDef off of us, One-Three." Reyes reminded.
"Roger, Raider." she answered back. Devon had managed to regain the lock and pursued the skelter even as it tried to fly her into one of the terminals. "Not this time, you bastard." She let loose with the 30mm, catching a few SetDef C6s sprayed out on the tarmac, an added plus in her book. She finally caught the bastard when she anticipated that he was going to make sudden right resulting explosion, through destroyed part of the terminal's structure.
"Taking heavy fire sir! We need to insert now!" Gator yelled frantically over the comms, alarms going off about multiple fires and impact sites on several of the consoles no doubt. Devon angled her Jackal back to Ret and hit the thrusters for an added boost
"Swinging around to cover you, Marines." Dev said, letting the thrusters rest before re-engaging them again. but, out of her peripheral, she saw two Skelter gun it for the Well Deck as the doors opened. "Skelters incoming on the Well Deck!" Dev punched again and fired her cannon, hitting one in the stabilizers. But, not before his battle buddy fired his gun on their guys. She cursed as she flew past the Deck, two Marines bouncing off her Jack.
"Its raining men." one of the pilots called. Devon groaned.
"Shut it!" she snapped. "This is not the time nor the place to be making shite jokes!"
"Roger, Lt." the pilot responded, his voice grating.
"Alpha-Two is down!" Salt yelled. Devon turned her jack around back to the convoy, hearing Reyes give Gator the order to pull back and Salt picking out the SDF APC as they sped towards to intercept the.
"I'm coming to you!" Dev replied. She engaged the fighter's targeting system and locked on. She was only able to fire on the bastard's rear end when a Skelter flew up from behind. The system took over and fired off flares. "One-one, breaking off to engage skelter."
"Roger, One-Three." Reyes replied. "Good luck." Devon barrel rolled away from the teams in an effort to split the skelter's choice in case it wanted to kill two bird with one stone. She went nose up before twisting so her belly was up and facing the skelter. She quickly righted herself and fired off a missile. It was a hit and run sort of air battle with minor altercations that ended quickly and usually ended with someone being blown to pieces. They clashed over and over again, small explosions erupting out of thin air as missiles collided with flares or a jet. They had nearly taken out half of the Skelters, when Dev got the call.
"One-Three, I need for the ground assault. How copy?" Reyes called in.
"Solid copy, One-One. Moving to ground assault." she replied, as she took out her last target. "Yazzie."
"Yes, Lieutenant." he answered.
"You're in charge." she said. "I've been called to the ground.
"Aye," he replied. "We'll mop up up here. You just worry about giving the bastards on the ground hell."
"Affirmative." she said as she angled her Jackal up to a window. She made sure her weapons were still secured to her person as she popped the canopy and disembarked. She took her assault rifle out and fired several shots into glass. For a brief second, the glass was blown in but was then sucked out along with crates and bodies of SetDef. Dev aimed her grappling hook for a nearby planter and tensed as it jerked inside, the blast shutters almost catching her feet. She looked around and found herself in one of the terminal lobbies. Around her, it looked as if a hurricane had made landfall, various crates were thrown into disarray and bodies-civilians and SetDef-looked as if they had been tossed around like rag dolls in the dryer. She couldn't say she was surprised to see civilians, the SDF was never shy about terminating them in the past. It had even been taught in school to execute them without mercy when taking any UNSA facility. Though, it still disgusted her-more people without families and many, many more graves to be dug. She sighed. This was going to be a long and very bloody fight.
Devon could hearing gunfire and explosions close by and her NV4, training it on the surroundings incase someone tried to get the drop on her. She entered commands for her jackal into her wrist computer to return to Ret and alerted Gibson. She followed the trail of destruction up the stairs and into another part of the terminal, finding the fight. Over the lip of half wall, Dev saw a SDF C6 grab hold of Reyes. She pounding her feet into the ground and rounded the corner, using her pack to boost her over the gap and land on the bot. It immediately dropped him and instead focused on her. It shook and wobbled as it tried to throw her off, but she had turned to piggyback off of it and sank her knife into the base of its head. It froze for a moment as its system suddenly ceased and dropped to heap on the ground.
"Thanks, Dev." Reyes said, out of breath. She looked over to him and held out a hand.
"Let's just go." she said, as she pulled him to his feet. The adjacent room was not as full of tangos as the pervious but they put just as hard of a fight. They had almost made it though when the bastards deployed a heavily armored C8. Though, the warning came too late for one Marine who had been thrown to the other end of the room when the large bot rammed him with his shield. It sent everyone scrambling for cover as it sprayed bullets wildly, trying to hit anything and everything. Devon peaked out from her cover to study the C8 and came up with a strategy.
"Raider, I have an idea." she started.
"Oh, boy what is it?" he asked, as he popped out of cover to return fire.
"I'll distract it, get it to turn so its six is to you to take the shot."
"No." Reyes shook his head. "No way are you putting yourself in it line of sight."
"What other bloody choice do we have?" she yelled at him.
"Sir, its not a bad idea." Ethan chimed in. "All she would have to do is move fast enough and go from cover to cover."
"See! Even the bot agrees me." she retorted. Reyes sighed as he thought.
"Fine." he huffed. "But, if you get hit, its on you."
"Wouldn't have it any other way." she replied. Devon secured her rifle to her back and crouched down until she was almost in a tight ball as Reyes explained the plan to each other. "Just don't shoot my arse."
"No promises, Dev." Salt joked. Dev cursed the woman under her breath. When given the signal, Dev sprinted from cover and into the C8's sight. She did everything she could to keep its attention on her-wave her arms, jump, yelled, shoot, and even pelt it with rubble-while the others tried line up a shot. Each time a round hit the spot, it thinned loudly as if in pain.
"That's it!" Salt yelled to the others. "That's the spot!"
"Concentrate fire!" Reyes ordered. The air became thick with semi-automatic fire as everyone open fired on the C8's weak spot. It wasn't long before Devon heard the satisfying, high-pitched squeal as the last round did it in. What followed was an eery silence. Devon waited at the bottom of the stairs for everyone to regroup.
"How do these spec, Ethan?" Reyes asked, picking up one of the bot's shields.
"High velocity center fire resistant with a vision mode." he explained.
"That's new." Devon commented.
"They didn't have this," Salter asked as she gestured with her free hand to the bot. "when you were there."
"The bot-yes." she replied. "The shield-no."
"Bad ass armor." Salt said, as everyone made the movement up the stairs.
"Marines make due." Omar stated. "We need good men, not machines, Captain."
"Just take the bloody help." Devon snapped in agitation. They hung a left at the top and came to a blocked off entry way that lead to Concourse C. Reyes and Salt lifted the shutter up and Dev took point as they began taking fire again. Dev cooked a grenade to the far end where most of SetDef had gathered. On either side of her, Reyes and Salt steam rolled through the front line with the shields, taking out a few. Further up, they heard the whine of another C8. Devon cursed.
"How many more of these fuckin' things do they have?" she groaned as took cover behind the nearest counter.
"Hopefully, this is the last one." Reyes replied.
"Knock on wood, Raider!" Salt said. This C8 was less well equipped than its brother, most likely out of ignorance on SetDef's part. They probably thought the first one would've done the job. Bloody brilliant. It take long to take it down, just a few well place shots and frag did it in. On the other side of the door, was the Coast Guard, many of them were badly wounded and in dire need of medical attention. But they didn't have anything on them except for the standard battlefield first air supplies that was standard issue for every soldier and those wouldn't be enough. They quickly move through the hall to the security checkpoint and the hanger which laid beyond. Reyes gave them the all clear to use the route behind them to evac the wounded. A shout from the stairs up ahead alerted them.
"Over here! We have incoming enemies!" one of the Coast Guard men shouted from the stairs. A soldier tending to the wounded had jumped up in front of Dev but she pushed him back down.
"Stay." she ordered. "Wounded need you more." The soldier gave her a quick nod before turning back to the guard he had been triaging. Devon raced up ahead was the first to return fire as SetDef soldiers raced through the security screening area. She took cover behind one of the check-in counters. She looked to the rear in time to see Reyes pull out something that looked like a smaller version of Ret's cannons. "What the hell is that?"
"Don't know." he replied. "Got off of the C8."
"Let's see what it can do then." she said, raising her eyebrows in a mischievous look. Reyes gave a sort chuckle as he shook his head. The cannon made quick work of the enemy as the concentrate beam of energy obliterate anyone it tracked, leaving a spatter of blood where a person once stood. The sight sent a chill through her body at the thought of what it would do to her. They moved up to a hallway enclosed on the right and above in steel and glass, giving a view of the battle.
"Look out-Skelter!" Salt yelled, as an R-7 Model Skelter pulled up along side the hallways.
"SCAR teams take out the skelter!" Devon ordered, though not in enough time. Two air-to-ground missiles knocked everyone back but the sudden loss in oxygen sucked them out through the gaping hole. Devon held her breath for the fraction of a second it took to pull down her visor. Salt was the first to be sucked out and managed to grab a hold of a bent beam. Reyes flew out next and grabbed on tightly to Salt's outreached hand. Devon wasn't as lucky and was thrown hard into the tarmac. A dull pain spread through out her shoulder as tumbled into a large, metal crate. She was thrown farther down when another missile struck several feet from them. She had finally found her footing and skidded to a stop behind Ethan as he stood to catch a forklift that had been sent flying. She hadn't notice that Reyes had tumbled across next to her until she turned and found him sprawled out with a large crack on his visor. Devon bounced over to him and hauled him back up for the second time that day.
"Come on! We gotta move!" she yelled at him as she got behind and pushed him forward.
"Hanger entry dead ahead, on me!" Ethan called out. Devon looked at their three o'clock as a low, gritty hum of engines caught her attention. The skelter had come back for another round and unleashed its GAMP .0018 Microlite cannon.
"SCAR Two-One, take out the bloody skelter!" Dev ordered again. "Its targeting us!"
"Coming around for another pass, One-three." Yazzie replied. Devon did her best to steer Reyes clear of the rounds and subsequent explosions. Ahead of her, Ethan continuously called out his O2 levels. As they bounded up a fallen portion of the hallway, Devon looked in time to see the crack getting larger.
"Getting that fucking door open!" she yelled to the Marines ahead. "The crack is getting bigger!"
"Working on it!" Salt yelled. She looked over to Reyes. He wasn't looking good and was already showing signs of asphyxia.
"Come on, Raider." she gritted. "You're almost there!" Dev practically shoved him into the room as Salt, Ethan, and Omar pried the door open. The welcoming feeling of oxygen flooded his lungs as he ripped his helmet off his head just as everyone piled in. He spared a glance at the crack that could've very well ended his life before tossing it to the floor.
"Everybody in one piece?" Ethan asked, laying a hand on Reyes' shoulder. Reyes returned the gesture by tapping Ethan's shoulder.
"Good to go, Ethan, you?" he asked.
"Full steam, sir." Ethan responded.
"Ah, Dev?" Salt called out uneasily. "Your helmet."
"Huh?" she responded, furrowing her eyebrows in confusing. Salt walked over and lightly tapped on a crack, larger than the one on Reyes' visor. Devon took her helmet off and inspected it. "Hmmm."
"How the hell did you not see that?" Reyes asked, still trying to catch his breath. She shrugged.
"I guess my training was good for something." she replied, dropping it at her feet.
"Training, ma'am?" Ethan asked.
"Devon here, use to be an SDF Skelter Pilot." Salter informed.
"Ugh, don't remind me." she replied.
"Bloody well shouldn't have let you in." Omar spat, throwing her a duty look. Dev couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. She knew he was never going to let it go.
"That's enough, Staff Sergeant." Reyes order, his tone firm. "Devon has earned her place to fight alongside us." Omar glared at Reyes but let the topic drop for the time being.
"Earth's in trouble if we don't take back the cargo port." Omar said.
"Can two capital airships hold this airspace, sir?" Ethan asked, as they moved through another set of detectors.
"Negative. They need air-support." Reyes replied.
"One step at a time. Let's get the Captain a weapon." Salt said. "Where do you keep your ordinance?"
"Armory." the soldier replied. "Just up ahead. Follow me." They hustled the short distance to the armory, passing by more deceased Coast Guardsman. Devon felt a small pang of guilt form inside her gut. This was her family's doing and in more specially her father and brothers. They were men so blinded by the cause and so greedy for power and status that they slaughtered the masses-protector or civilian, it didn't matter to them. These people were in the way of their brutish goal and by proxy, so was she. As Reyes and Dev moved to the inside, Omar checked in Bravo team. Kashima radioed in they were enroute.
"This is our arsenal." the Guardsman said. "Take what your need."
"Thank you, Guardsman." Omar replied. Dev moved to a locker off to her right and grabbed two helmet.
"Raider." she called out. He looked over to her in time to catch the helmet she'd thrown to him.
"Thanks, Dev." he said, as they both strapped them into place.
"Shotguns and LMGs." Salt said. "Right on time."
"Captain, these shock grenades are very effective against the bots." Omar said, as he picked up one to inspect.
"Yeah." Ethan dragged out. "Keep those away from me, will you sir?" Devon chuckled as she move to the hanger door.
"Afraid of a little shock, Ethan?" she smirked.
"Its…more than a little shock, Lieutenant." he replied, showing a bit fear and uneasiness at her expression.
"I'm good." Reyes called out, as he strapped a few of the shock grenades to his rig. "Let's get moving." Omar nodded to the Guardsman.
"Open it up, trooper." he order. "This is a counter assault on the base. Let's get out there and lock it up."
"Dev, take point." Reyes ordered.
"Roger." she replied, moving to the front of the group. She trained her weapon to the space in front of her as they moved forward and into the hanger's control room. The room was filled with rows of computers, showing the various conditions of their jackals as well as air traffic. Large windows at the front gave a view from high up on the hanger.
"We got allied troops in contact up here." Reyes said, as an explosion from a frag went out.
"Got eyes on Bravo." Ethan reported.
"Brooks, Kashima. What's your status?" Omar asked.
"Taking heavy fire." Brooks replied. Devon lead the group out into the hanger where they engage C6s from behind.
"We're at your six." Reyes informed. "Coming to reinforce."
"Roger that." Kash said.
"Bots on the Lower Deck, use your shock grenades." Salt alerted.
"Rog, Fever." Dev replied, as she pressed the primer and tossed one to main level. "Cooking them!" The grenade exploded in a flash of arching blue electricity that jumped from one bot to the next, fining their circuitry and shutting them down.
"Six down!" Reyes called out as he picked off a SetDef soldier that jumped down on the opposite end. "Good kills, Dev." Devon didn't reply as she went prone and on the walkway and began picking off SetDef furthering inside. Once the immediate area was clear they moved up.
"Staff Sergeant! Sirs!" Brooks greeted as Omar and Reyes jumped down to meet them.
"We're knee deep in shit, sir!" Kash yelled.
"Harden up, son." Omar order.
"Kash, this is more like arse deep." Dev chimed in as she ran up beside him.
"Seems like it, Lt." he replied.
"You would know what thats like." Salt quipped.
"Wouldn't be the first." she responded. Dev ducked as she heard a bullet whiz over head and took cover behind a guardrail. She peaked through the opening and found the bastard with a EBR-800. "Fucking shite. Sniper! Upper right side!" She ducked again when he took another shot at her. She leaned out the right in time to see him pop up to take another shot and popped him in the face, watching as his head jerked back and his body crumble out of sight. She stayed at her vantage point and took out two soldiers beneath her before jumping down. She had only just touched down on the balls of her feet when one of them rushed her with the butt of his rifled raised to bash her skull in. But she was quick and rolled back into a crouch. She jumped on his back before he could turn to her. She firmly gripped his chin of his helmet and and jerked it hard, snapping his neck. She jumped off of him as his body dropped like a boulder to the floor and brought her rifle up to return fire.
"I'd compliment you, Kotch." Omar shouted from behind "If you hadn't have worked with the SDF arseholes before this."
"Sod off, you bugger. Flattery isn't becoming of you." she shot back.
"Both of you-can it!" Reyes shouted from behind them, as she leaned out to return fire.
"His fault!" she shouted back and moved from cover and took out a tango hiding behind a crate. She swung round to the right side where a set of stairs lead up to the other control room. A soldier and C6 emerged from the doorway as she went up. She had hadn't realized Brooks had come up from behind when he fired on both of them until she looked over her shoulder.
"I have your six, Lt." he said. Devon nodded as the two moved up the stairs. The two of them stacked up on either side of the doorway and waited until Reyes joined them. Dev handed him a frag to toss in as he opened the door a crack. He tossed it and quickly shut the door to avoid shrapnel. The frag went off and Reyes kicked the door open. The door on the adjacent door flew open and soon the room was flooded with their people. The SetDef still remaining did their best to push them back but were quickly overwhelmed.