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#Grizzly – April 22, 2016
Jason falls back against the wall as the door closes, finally catching his breath. "Everyone alright!?" he calls out, adreneline still pumping through his veins, "Jasper, you good up there!?"
Plask places a hand on Rala's shoulder, looking her over for injuries and giving her a reassuring pat before looking over their shoulder at Jason. "We are fine!"
Nathan groans feebly on the floor, looking at his arm. His HUD is flickering fiercely. "I'm... alive... mostly."
Jasper taps at the interface to seal their hatch. "I'm as good as can be expected considerin' how this day has went so far!" he calls back over comms.
Jessica continues cursing out the closed door for a short while longer before staggering back, her free hand returning to her wound. "I'll live..." she groans, looking down at the large amount of blood leaving a trail down her hardsuit.
Uvena is quick to move to Nathan's side after the hatch is closed, looking him over to make sure the medi-gel in his suit is doing its job. (Ilyna_T`Rea)
Yan Sun stares in horror as the spear strikes Jessica's helmet, and it takes her a while to realize it didn't pierce it. She immediately moves back to her side when the hatch closes, looking unsure what to do but moving to support her, trying to guide her to sit down. She looks over at Jason and shouts: "She's injured!"
Jason looks at Jessica, leaning slightly to look at her wound. "Yeah, yeah, she's definitely injured." he agrees with a nod, "It's a good thing you pointed that out. All the blood and groaning was confusing." he deadpans before looking over to Yan Sun, "Of course she's injured! Her hardsuit should keep it in check until we can actually do something about it, but for now all we can do is
Spears continue to clank against the armor of the Grizzly as they drive off from the base, and more vorcha can be heard clambering ontop of the vehicle, while others try to claw fruitlessly at it. Some even run up in front only to get crushed underneath the weight of the armored vehicle.
Jasper continues poking at the interface, wincing each time they crunch over another vorcha. "One of ya'll might wanna get on that gun! There's a whole lotta these suckers!"
Artullin watches the screen, feeling the thuds of each vorcha as they are dragged beneath the tank. "Stupid creatures," he murmurs not on comms.
Jessica shrugs Yan Sun off yet again. "I'll be fine!" she growls, placing a hand against the wall and using it to hold herself up as she stumbles over towards the nearest seat.
Jason begins checking his weaponry, glancing upwards now and then at the sound of vorcha feet on the roof. "Hang in there, Ten." he says, passing a glance in Nathan's direction, "Your suit holding out? Got all the leaks plugged?" As he hears Jasper's suggestion, he looks to Uvena and nods towards the turret controls, "Can you handle that?"
Nathan grunts an affirmative. "Aye aye... I am going to need a wholllllle lotta alcohol when we get back," he muses with a forced chuckle. "Damn vorcha was like a freaking krogan."
Yan Sun reluctantly lets go of Jessica, continuing to look at her with a concerned frown. A stumble as the vehicle shakes makes her realize she probably shouldn't be standing in the middle of the compartment, and she straps into the seat next to her, unwilling to keep too much of a distance.
Uvena chuckles. "You sure about that?" she asks Nathan before standing back up and moving to the turret controls. "Well, I spent alll of the trip here reading the manual. I'll do my best, but if anyone actually knows how to use it, now would be the time to step up." She sits down and starts checking the turret's video feed, then makes some movements with the barrel to check if it's stuck.
Nathan raises his working arm. "I do... but.... yeah, can't do it... rooting for you, Uvena! Woooo...".
The turret does not move, seemingly frozen in place. On the video feet several vorcha can be seen bashing at the roof and at the turret itself, one of them is currently tearing the Grizzly's antenna off.
Uvena frowns. "One of them is tearing off our antenna," she says over comms. "And the turret doesn't move."
Jason sighs and holsters his Phalanx. "I don't like the sound of that. Try-... I dunno, wiggling the turret...? How many are up there?" he asks as he begins looking around, trying to put together a plan for getting those vorcha off the roof.
Uvena nods, looking over the controls for a few seconds before starting the process, which fails. She checks if the turret would hit the vehicle were she to fire, and if it's safe, she will repeatedly fire it.
There is a thundering roar as the turret fires, hitting a pile of snow and sending chunks of it flying everywhere. The weapon automatically starts venting heat after firing, sending a stream of hot air out the side, melting away the nearest ice and sending one vorcha scurrying away. It ends up stepping on one of the Grizzly's wheels, getting sucked down and crushed into a pulp under it. The remaining vorcha are quick to retreat when the
Uvena cracks a small smile behind her helmet. "That got rid of them," she says, "but not without taking our antenna." She tries moving the turret now that it has vented.
Jessica stands up, gesturing towards the ceiling and shouting a string of expletives as the turret goes off. Something about the vorchas' mothers. She settles down as the turret dies down and slumps back into her seat, frown etched into her face.
Jason shakes his head, muttering a quiet "Fuck..." as he paces about. "Okay, well that's our comms down. Let's just hope they're having a better time back at camp. Uvena? Stay on that gun. Make sure they back the fuck off."
Nathan remains slumped against the wall, which is ratehr uncomfortable given the ride. He struggles as he tries to climb back to his feet, but immediately hits the ground again.
Uvena nods. "Will do, Wolfe," she says, before gesturing towards Nathan. "Can anyone help Ten get into a seat?"
Jason hurries over to Nathan's side with a nod. "Shit, yeah. Sorry, Ten..." he mutters, leaning down and offering a hand.
Nathan is now, with the help of Jason, on his feet. "It's fine, boss... It's just a stab wound and a broken arm... I've gotten worse off an ex," he mutters, trying to brighten the mood.
The trip back to the camp is slow, and no doubt uncomfortable for the injured, but it goes quicker than the trip up thanks to the storm letting up. By the time they arrive visibility is greatly increased, but the horizon is nowhere to be seen. White snowfields blend into the clouds above seamlessly. The sun is nowhere to be seen, but the clouds are lit up, indicating its presence. It has now been almost eight hours total since the rescue
team left the base, and more than ten since the Mako group did. When they arrive, they find the camp deserted. The remaining vehicles are missing, along with the Tritons, the generator and most of the research gear.
Uvena has kept watch with the turret the whole way, sometimes reading from the instruction manual. "Do you know the way back to the ship, Jasper," she says over comms.
Ilyna fell asleep shortly after the danger was over, having instructed Athassa and Jason to wake her up if she's needed. She is still sleeping.
Jasper frowns as the Grizzly comes to a slow stop. "Yeah-... They were s'posed to bug out, so I don't think there's any cause fer worry. Ya'll wanna take a look 'round 'fore we head out or-...?"
Plask is snarling quietly to themself, trying to keep from lashing out due to hunger. Rala has patched their injuries up temporarily with medi-gel.
Jason has remained awake and alert. He nods to Artullin's statement. "He's probably right. But, just to make sure nobody was left behind, drop the hatch. Give me two minutes to have a quick look, then we'll be on our way."
Jessica has remained seated, frustrated and in quite a bit of pain. She hasn't had much to say during the trip and has purposely avoided any conversation directed her way.
Jason climbs out of his seat and unholsters his Revenant. "Alright. Two minutes. I'll be right back." he repeats to those inside of the Grizzly with a glance before stepping out into the camp and beginning his quick search.
The wind has almost completely died down, and there's an eerie silence without its howling. Fresh snow covers the camp, piled up over the few crates that were left behind, and along the walls and roof of the prefabs. There is no sign of any movement.
Jason raises his Revenant and stalks about the camp slowly. "Hello!?" he calls out, "Security team here! Is anybody hoooome~?" He scans back and forth, falling silent as he awaits a response.
Yan Sun glances out the hatch as it opens and then looks over at Jessica again, making another attempt at talking to her. "Jessica...? You doing okay...?"
Jessica has her hand over her wound, head leaned back against the wall. "I'm fine." she says sharply, "...I just need to get this fucking armor off..."
Jason remains for a few moments longer before looking back and gesturing towards the Grizzly. "Seems quiet. I'm just gonna poke my head in and give a little shout. Then we'll head on our way." He approaches the airlock and taps the interface.
Jason frowns as he realizes he can't get inside without the generator. "Well, there's no power." he announces over comms, "If they had time to remove all of this gear, I think it's safe to say they weren't rushed and we can probably move along. Returning to the Grizzly." he says before turning on his heels and heading back towards the ramp.
Yan Sun shoots another worried look at Jessica, but doesn't press further, opting to remain next to her in silence.
Jason nods to himself as he returns to the Grizzly's ramp. It begins to close once he reaches the top. "Hang in a little while longer, people. It's time to bug out." He settles back into his seat, laying his Revenant across his lap as the Grizzly lurches forward once again, destination: The Saint Lucia!
The trip back to the Saint Lucia's landing site is surprisingly uneventful. It's only about an hour before the ship comes into view, and another half hour after that the comms of the team crackle to life. "-is Purple on the Saint Lucia, calling out to the remaining ground team. We have you on our scanner and we are ready to take off as soon as you're onboard. Our medical team is on standby. Please respond. This message repeats."
Uvena grins behind her helmet as she watches the ship through the turret's video feed. "Finally," she mutters.
Ilyna has woken up a few minutes ago, but she hasn't said anything. She looks towards Jason as if expecting him to respond.
Jasper gives a bright, toothy grin. "You ain't the worst company I've had." he says with a gentle nudge towards the turian. "We're almost there, folks! Food and warm showers await us all!"
Jason lets out a breath he wasn't even aware he was holding. "Purple, this is Jason Wolfe of the security team. We're making our approach. We've got wounded, but we're mostly in one piece."
Jessica tightly shuts her eyes, letting go of the concern she was trying to hold in. "Thank fuck..." she says with a loud sigh, finally giving a glance in Yan Sun's direction and allowing a slight smirk to form.
The message starts to loop, but cuts out halway through and Purple starts to after a short moment of silence. "Good to hear from you, Wolfe. Everyone will be relieved to hear it."
Yan Sun smiles slightly as she notices Jessica's relief, putting a hand on her armored forearm. "Almost out of this mess."
Jason lets out a chuckle, relaxing into his seat a bit. "Good to hear you, too... Like I said, we've got a few wounded, and we've been on the move a long time. They should probably be looked at ASAP."
Jessica cocks an eyebrow at Yan Sun. "Mmm. I've seen enough ice for an entire fucking lifetime. Somewhere warm is in my future, I think..."
The cargo ramp of the Saint Lucia starts to open as the Grizzly approaches. It's a slow and loud process, but it eventually impacts the snow with a thump. In the cargo hold four people stand waiting in environment suits, none of them familiar to the team. They have with them a gurney.
Jasper slows the Grizzly to a crawl until the ramp touches all the way down. "Well, I s'pose ya'll can stop holdin' onto yer butts fer now! We made it!" he cheers over comms before slowly climbing the ramp with the massive Grizzly.
Artullin nods and pulls off his helmet, sighing quietly. "Not how I expected the trip to go, I'll admit."