The Fourteenth Sortie [Action]

[yellowthirteen]

[He was just going to the store to get a few groceries.  It wasn't far.  Just around the corner.  He would've been there and back in a few minutes, and he left during a lull.   But when he got near the store, he found himself in another place entirely.

It looked a lot like Farbanti, the Erusian capital.  He could easily tell this from where he arrived; near the district that had been completely sent underwater when the Ulysses asteroid fell.  Unfortunately, he couldn't have arrived at a worse time.  The sounds overhead were that of ISAF fighters, presumably including Mobius One, yet Thirteen wasn't able to see any of the aircraft above.  Strange, but perhaps it was just ambient noise.

 

No, the more immediate threat came from the advancing ISAF soldiers on the ground... all of whom were hostile.  They waste no time opening fire at Thirteen as he ducks around a corner.  Armed with only his handgun, Thirteen is stuck in a familiar town.  He had to find a way out of here, one that didn't involve him getting shot.

Anyone in the vicinity of the general store could be pulled into this simulation, which might make for some fine culture shock to those not used to a modern setting.  It could be that they stumbled into this the same as he did... or it could be someone intentionally looking for danger.  Either way, Thirteen could probably use some backup in escaping.]

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[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

...Tens of thousands. This is a full-blown warzone.

[Thirteen winces as a few bullets hit the corner he's taking cover around. They're moving to suppress them, this is bad.]

[imitatethelaugh.livejournal.com]

How many did you say!? [Tens of thousands of soldiers like these. Meaning that they weren't supposedly the type who charged headfirst with swords like a Iop. A shame.] No matter. We'll have to deal with them one way or another at this rate.

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

More likely we'll need to run. There were tens of thousands in the real battle back home, don't know how many will be here.

[He squeezes off a couple more rounds before the return fire forces him back into cover.]

We gotta move, we'll get pinned if we stay here!

[imitatethelaugh.livejournal.com]

I could not agree with you more, if that is the case. [Remington holsters his two pistols, instead reaching for the boomerang that was on his belt. He held it close to his face, ready to pop out of cover.] Allow this to serve as a distraction!

[And with a quick jump out, he's throwing it with pinpoint accuracy to, quite frankly, cause as much of a ruckus as possible with one throw. Probably pulling some semi-Batman disarm attempts. That might be fatal. :D]

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[If any of the disarms are fatal, Thirteen doesn't look like he cares at this point. It's good this guy can take care of himself, though. Means they both might get out of this okay.]

Come on, follow me! I know a way we can go!

[With the distraction out, Thirteen makes a break down the street around the corner he was hiding behind. He quickly crosses it and dashes into a nearby building.]

[imitatethelaugh.livejournal.com]

[Remington watches Thirteen move, following him quickly while catching the boomerang on its arc back. He'll keep up with Thirteen easily, running with quite the serious face on.]

Are you sure you know where to go?

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[He's every bit as serious, no questions asked.]

This is my hometown. Grew up here. Yeah. I know it.

[imitatethelaugh.livejournal.com]

[Remington shifts his sight around a bit as he runs, trying to take in his surroundings.] Then we are no longer in Luceti?