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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[daisy023]

[No person ever forgets these things. The Chief herself had been under Paprika's watch for therapy, and she wished there were more people that could both accept these services and give them. But it's always things like these that resurface it in this place. Always an act of the Malnosso.

She takes note of the submarine and its' position. It made sense for a vessel like it to take place in a protected area, though she has only seen weapons work in the Battle Dome. Watching the towers, her caution taks place.]

We better move fast. Those towers could be sniper nests.

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

They are.

[He quickly answers, quickening his pace.]

They're ours.

[daisy023]

[In this simulation, the Spartan remembered that they wouldn't be friendly.

She quickens her pace with that of the Major, and her weapon checks for threats in the buildings. If she didn't see the snipers or their bullets, she wouldn't hear them coming before it was too late.]

There has to be another alley.