Sam Shepard; Medic, soldier, engineer {RP blog}

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usagienforcer‌:

Without an operator the tripod was in danger of tipping, unable to right itself. Helena figured that out quickly and dropped into the cockpit full of odd controls. Not knowing what was what, she said aloud, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained,” and moved a knob. One of the tripod’s legs promptly whipped about at extreme speed, smashing into the side of the shredder and getting stuck. Though it did damage, it caused the tripod to become imbalanced. 

Before it fell entirely, the mercenary jumped from the machine, sailing to the shredder before a weapon could target her. One hand grabbed on to the exhausted vent and the other stuffed something in beneath the dead robot, pushing off with a foot and scrambling away, just as fast as she had started – though now she had a burned hand. The tripod seemed salvageable, if laying in an odd manner. 

On the ground next to the shredder was a tell-tale sign of what she’d thrown in; the pin of a grenade.

A shredder’s armour plating was incredibly strong, built so that even light explosives that weren’t designed to puncture such material would have a hard time getting through it. However one oversight in their defences is that nobody really expected someone to shove a frag INSIDE of it. The grenade detonated, creating a muffled sound and very little visual indicator of how much damage it did. However on the inside...

Fragments of metal splintered through the arm’s interior; the armour actually being a hindrance due to forcing the explosion to remain inside. The damage was massive and total; destroying all functionality within the arm and after a second longer the arm cannon detonated as well, taking off the now severely mangled arm entirely and breaking off even more armour; a fact that the SA units quickly took advantage of to gun the shredder down. “That’s one way of doing things” Sam said, “Nice work everyone, let’s get the tripod back up and get someone in it, eh?”

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usagienforcer‌:

The tripod’s operator was eliminated within six seconds. It hadn’t even gotten a chance to turn about before the hatch on it had been ripped open and a blade stabbed through the robot within.

When the order to fire was given, Helena sprang into action, and as she moved she grew taller, her hair longer and pinker - ears sprouted from her head. The weapon at her side turned into a sword, her hand on its grip. She was at the base of the tripod in two seconds. One more was spent pushing magic into her feet and bouncing off the ground, right on top of the machine. The final three seconds were taken killing the operator.

With that, only the wounded shredder remained, its infantry support killed and the tripod without an operator. And Helena did something rather comical at that point — rather than turn the tripod’s weapon’s on the shredder, the lunar rabbit pulled the robot’s body out of the seat and dropped it off the side and straight into the shredder’s exhaust vent, clogging it. “Maybe that’ll do something,” she said in an almost sing-song voice, returning to her previous form, the sword in hand turning back into a sub-machine gun.

The squad had dropped the unprepared mechanus quite quickly, meaning they saw full well what the woman did in those few seconds. They watched, slackjawwed, as this sword wielding maniac slammed a mechanus into the heat sync of the shredder’s gun-arm before shapeshifting back into the Helena they knew. “Well that’s one way of doing it.” Sam said, bemused at the scene. Of course it wasn’t going to be a perfect execution as the shredder knew to stop firing else it’s gun would detonate and instead turned and swung its other fist at the tripod’s leg, hoping to tip Helena off and into punching range.

[mayohigan-orange]

Ah...

Well then, that throws a bit of a wrench into my plans.

Guess I’ll need Chen learn to fight from someone else, or learn through independent studying.

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{Always open to train people self defence! He might not be able to teach the magical side of spirit folk fighting but he can certainly give a hand in teaching tactics and physical stuff :) }

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usagienforcer‌:

Helena took a moment to look at Shepard with narrowed eyes. She’d already risked her life with the earlier shredder. Looking back at the tripod and judging how big it was, she said, “easy.” It wouldn’t be hard at all to jump up there — at least, with her other form’s powers.

“Let me know when ter go,” Helena said quietly, moving the UMP45 on its sling into an odd position. Her right hand was on the stock as it hung upside down on her left side — almost as if she was holding the end of a sword.

Sam didn’t seem to mind how the weapon was held, assuming that it was just some ease of handling related thing. “When we engage, get on top of it. There will be a hatch on it for you to open. Open it, kill the driver inside, and then we’ve got ourselves a nice heavy weapon to use.” The soldiers took a moment or two the better position themselves for combat. “Fire.” Sam said, and combat began as a rocket streaked towards the shredder, taking off a large armour patch on it’s chest and fire started to trade.

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usagienforcer‌:

 Helena had nothing but a glare in store for the tripod, from her position in the shadows. “Fuck you, Wells,” she muttered aloud, having trouble believing she was actually looking at a tripod right now. But such was the case - and the shredder beneath it was just as worrying. “Where’s the Thunder Child when you need her? I could use with a torpedo ram to… tip it over…” The mercenary’s eyes glanced up and down between the shredder and the tripod. If they could…

“Shepard, I’ve got an idea. Might need your help, Smith, if it’s viable. if we hit a leg can it tip over? One of the legs with a rocket at just the right place, tip it right over onto the shredder?”

“Tipping the tripod over would be viable, yes. However capturing the tripod is likely gonna help us out more; and I think your skillset will be perfect for doing so.” He took another glance out at the force they were soon to engage, formulating the plan. “We’ll roll out the red carpet with a rocket on the shredder; we have the element of surprise here so we can possibly take it out before they react. We’ll focus on the little guys first. Helena, think you’ll be able to get on top of the tripod?” Sam’s tone implied that whatever he was planning would either be dastardly, hilarious, or both at the same time.

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twinfoxtails‌:

“… Not you, Chen. Have this apple juice instead.”

“Come on, Miss Satori. I’m a nekomata, I can drink poison, a little acid won’t hurt!”

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“Don’t do it Chen. Everyone always says a little won’t hurt: but next thing you know you’ll be addicted and stealing money from Ran, Yukari, and your friends. You don’t want to do that do you?” Daily Medical advice: check.

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usagienforcer‌:

“Okay,” Helena said, pushing herself off the wall and taking hold of her UMP45 again. Back into it - now to get those supplies. “I’ll follow orders unless, as yaouw said, I think of something better. Lead the way, Shep.” 

“Let’s go blow some shit up, gadgie.”

The rocketeer laughed. “Oh I like her already!”

“Can it, Smith. Let’s roll.” and the team began to mobilise again. Sam was first out, making sure the street was clear before signalling for the others to push out as well. Once everyone had exited the building they began to continue to their objective. They moved fast but carefully, moving to make it to the objective without alerting anything already mobilised and before anything else could be. Soon the objective location was just down the street, though it was blocked from view. By what? 3 foot-soldiers, a shredder, and some incredibly tall thing, reaching just above the rooftops and on 3 long legs. “I jinxed that tripod, didn’t I?” Sam said, responded by nods from all of the other soldiers.

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usagienforcer‌:

Helena looked away and brought a fist to her mouth, an eye focusing upon where shrapnel had punctured the sleeve of her jacket, and drawn blood. 

“Fine. Beowulf it is. But unless yaouw want ter pay me fer my services, this is temporary. The enemy of my enemy’s allies are my allies. Let me guess, I have ter take orders from yaouw now that I’ve agreed?”

“You won’t need to if you don’t want to. We’re pretty lax in the SA, most of us at least. If we order you we do generally expect that it’s a good idea to follow, but if you have an idea that’s better then by all means you can do that instead. Besides, you’re still a third party and independent, we’re just giving you SA gear and including you fully into our team. Call it a sort of ‘Cooperation pact’ if you will. Either way, if there’s no more questions we should move out before anything else is mobilised against us.”

[mayohigan-orange]

“If all three of us Chens fused together, would we be super strong, super cute, or a super nerd?”

[samshepardrpblog]

Probably all three.  God dammit BT stop stealing my damn datapad; if you want to do this make your own account.

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usagienforcer‌:

Helena’s eyes had narrowed at the word ‘nuke’, and narrowed further at the unfamiliar term. “Please don’t tell me your go-to plan was ter detonate the first nuke this world’s seen since Nagasaki. That wouldn’t be fun ter explain ter those who’re giving my paycheck fer this mission. Why the place they intended ter take control of was wiped off the map and turned into an irradiated hellhole. Not ter mention the international scrutiny into my profession. Yes, blowing shit up conventionally is much preferable ter being known as the woman who nuked a place and now can’t get a job anywhere.” She leaned against the wall with her weapon across her chest, continuing to speak.

“Now, as fer ‘Beowulf’… I’ve been known by my name, Helena. Once or twice by the name ‘Koko’. Sometimes, even ‘Bunbun’. My callsign on the radio is usually ‘Jade Rabbit’. But I’ve never heard Beowulf before. What, pray tell, is the thing I’m missing here?”

Sam seemed to pay no mind to Helena’s comments on the original plan, and instead went right into explaining the meaning of the Beowulf name. “The shadow alliance use common, consistent call signs rather than unique ones for each squad or soldier. I’m sure you’ve heard me address my squad as ‘Gorgon’; which is the default for any specialist team going into a mission alone like we have. ‘Satellite’ is the standard for the man running the show from a HQ. Beowulf is used to refer to a 3rd party unit that is being or has been officially recognised as a temporary or permanent ally; which surprises me due to just how quickly that’s happened. So yeah, welcome to the SA miss Helena; you’re one of us for now.” Now of course she didn’t have to accept that fact of being a temporary soldier of the SA, nobody was going to force her or anything; but even at least temporarily, she would be treated by the people running the show as Shadow Alliance.

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usagienforcer‌:

Helena did not interrupt while the man was on the radio, merely keeping her eyes on a swivel for either the Sheriff’s militiamen, or the Mechanus. Thankfully neither did show up, and she silently slinked into the house they decided to occupy. She leaned on the wall and pointed her weapon to the ground for a moment, closing here eyes for just one small second to relax. She’d speak once they reopened.

“Right. What do your superiors want? Something new with the targets?”

“Right, first things first: new game plan. We’re still heading to the mechanus base; but we won’t be going inside at first; instead we’r going to be holding position at the entrance so satellite can give us a little care package.”

The marksman spoke up, “And how exactly are we going to get this supply drop? AA guns will shoot down any ships and their missile defence will stop drop pods getting down here.”

“Don’t worry; they’re currently modding a drop pod that will go at a speed that’s been recently found as a little blind spot in their defences. Anyways; once the pod lands we take as much launcher ammo as we can from it, go down, and reduce the base to rubble. No nuke means we’ll have to do it ourselves, but that should make it all the more fun.” He then turned to address Helena, “Now onto what command wants to do with you miss. Or should I say, Beowulf?” The name drop of Beowulf got the other soldiers to look around at each-other; an air of surprise filling the room.

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twinfoxtails‌:

Good thing Eri couldn’t read someone’s mind, or he’ll freak out! But still, Sam, you’re asking the wrong person! Eri may be a youkai, but he certainly isn’t a fighter! He’s a pacifist!

“Still, you look really tired, Mister Sam… B-But maybe you should talk to the Hakurei Shrine Maiden, Miss Reimu Hakurei… She’ll definitely be able to help you more than I ever could…”

“No no it’s fine. I can get it the rest of the way in... Wait...” He then realised something he hadn’t done until now; something that would have made his life infinitely easier. Hand and face collide. “Oh my god I’m a massive idiot...” he said, stretching out his hand to his side. The light around that point seemed to almost congeal, hardening into a solid plane.

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usagienforcer‌:

Helena nodded as she saw Shepard quickly treat his wound – thus her worry was now gone. Considering the effect the first aid he’d given her, she was confident he’d be good now.

“Yeah, let’s go. I help yaouw with your mission and yaouw help me shoot the sheriff, alright?” Helena motioned for Shepard to take the lead, as this Mechanus base had not been part of her knowledge of the town.

“Affirm on that. With any luck he’ll be in their base and we can kill two birds with a single stone.” Sam’s squad started making their way through the streets; wary of any further contact with hostile forces. After a few moments, Sam’s radio device apparently activated; as he started to talk with the apparent commanders of the operation while walking.

“Affirm Satellite, gorgon reads you; send traffic... right... yes... Affirm, copy on all. We’re currently En route to that location anyways so it should be fine. Anything else? ...uhh... Alright? Yeah I got it, just wasn’t expecting that. Affirm, Gorgon out. Alright team, we’ve got a new game plan. We’ll duck into this building so we can get everyone on the same page.” He turned to Helena quickly. “Gotten some interesting instructions for you my friend. Not in an ominous way though.” He said, before entering a nearby building. His squad followed suit.

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usagienforcer‌:

It made no sense to Helena not to treat a wound immediately. The wound being automatically cauterized did make things easier, but nonetheless, she pressed the point. “I still say yaouw should treat the wound. Yaouw could get an infection or something. This is Africa, man. I don’t want ter be cliché, but this isn’t the cleanest of places around.” She’d had a fair few medics in the past who’d chosen not to treat their own wounds.

“Look, in my experience, it’s easy  fer a medic ter ignore their wounds. There’s a common saying fer that sort of thing. The shoemaker’s children always go barefoot, right? Same thing applies here, even if the children is your own wellbeing. I’d quite prefer if yaouw made sure and didn’t leave an open wound exposed ter the air, alright?” Helena wanted to get this mission quickly, but she wanted it down safely. It wasn’t just her trying to get it done alone now, and even if they were impromptu allies, she wanted no casualties among the enemy of her enemy, her friends.

“I’ve... never heard that saying before. I’ll probably use that one actually, sounds like a good one. I promise I’m fine, but if you really want me to I’ll patch myself up.” He quickly gets to work, smothering more of the gel onto some more bandage and wrapping it around the wound before replacing the armour.

“Right, well; shall we continue? We’re maybe 500m from the entrance to the Mechanus base so we should be there quickly as long as we don’t fight too many more.”

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usagienforcer‌:

Helena accepted the man’s canteen with a nod of thanks, but she did not keep it. After one gulp, she passed it back. It was his water – if she really needed water, she could probably scavenge off one of the Sheriff’s men, if they met any more.

“Tripods only make me think of War of the Worlds, man. Please don’t tell me they’ve got a damn heat-ray.” Back her head went on a swivel, keeping a lookout for enemies. “Please fix yourself up. Whatever the hell yaouw gave me did wonders on the shrapnel I took. Far above anything I’ve seen before, and coupled with what we’ve been fighting, I’m willing ter believe the story about your origins now. I vote we move after yaouw finish up.”

Sam nodded, looking down to better inspect the wound. It wasn’t anything too serious actually, a simple blast wound to his side. Now of course to Helena, the charred flesh would look pretty damn scary for a wound - completely black in the area around the size of a 10p coin and a spiderweb of black dancing out from there - but for Sam it was nothing worth stopping for.

“Nah, just a flesh-wound. Gonna sting but when you’re used to bombs being sexually fucking attracted to you a single blaster round isn’t anything to really worry about.” He’d patch himself up if he took more hits like that but for now it wasn’t anything he considered necessary for field aid. “Also, not heat ray; more like heat railgun. It’s as annoying as it sounds; luckily it’s one of the few mechanus units we can capture and use ourselves.”

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usagienforcer‌:

Having been running for her life throughout the engagement with this armoured beast, unable to focus on much else until the enemy’s weapon detonated. She slowed and stopped after hearing it and the rooftop about her stopped disintegrating, allowing the mercenary to watch Shepard work his magic. Despite her panting, she gave a smile as the shredder was taken down for good, and she dropped off of the building, rolling with the impact on the ground.

“Good job, man. Thanks fer being quick ter act, I didn’t think I had time ter inform yaouw of what I was about ter do. Are yaouw alright? Need any help ter treat the wound?” Though Helena was ignoring her own panting, she did have to take a moment to spit off to the side, directly followed by taking a canteen off of her equipment and frowning at the shrapnel that had pierced it. So much for her extra water. “That’s not the usual kind of enemy I face.”

Seeing that Helena had no water, he passed her his canteen. He’d be fine without water, having spent entire days without any several times before in previous occupations - sometimes in a desert. Yeah, probably pretty bad; but he was used to it by this point, lack of water and stupidity from that commanding line both.

“I should be good to patch myself up. I am the field medic after all” he laughed “I agree that you wouldn’t normally face those guys. We normally have a little trouble with those guys when they get the drop on us anyways. Sure taking out the gun is good and all but if we can get the surprise and rocket them there’s no point aiming for it. Still, your agility definitely helped out there; and it will most certainly come in handy if we face any tripods...”

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anzacspirits‌:

When Shepard was hit by the laser, Helena’s eyes narrowed. The stakes were higher now – and she had a target of her own. Patting the shoulder of one of the men next to Shepard, she flashed a grin and said, “Do yaouw mind covering our rear, gadgie? Thanks.” Then she was gone – straight up, in one hop landing on the emergency stairwell, in another on top of the building. She quickly ran over to the edge of the roof to find the enemy. She kept low, observing the vehicle for a moment, her eyes gravitated toward the obvious exhaust vent as the shredder fired again. 

Then Helena had to move as the weapon pointed up at her instead – she’d been spotted. She took a few potshots at the vent with her UMP, but her intention was not to actually kill the enemy vehicle herself. Putting all of her magic potential into her legs, she ran along the roof of her building and hopped to the next, staying barely ahead of the lasers.

“Do try ter kill it, please!” Helena shouted above the din, without confirmation that the plea was heard. “Rabbits may be fast, but I’ve never been a fan of this sort of thing!” Though she’d come up with the plan without even informing anybody else, either.

“What the hell are you doing?” The soldier shouted as Helena darted away. He cursed under his breath before leaning out the cover, thankful the mercenary was drawing the Ogre’s fire, and opened up on it’s vent and gun. It took a while but eventually the weapon sparked and the laser fire stopped. The Ogre’s fate was sealed with one well placed shot from the marksman, causing the vent to cease working and overheat.

A whining sound could be heard from the weapon, growing in pitch and loudness as the weapon overheated and glowed orange. It then detonated violently, removing the things arm entirely and blasting off a portion of it’s chest armouring.

Sam, who had decided that first aid could wait for a hot second, took the opportunity to show off his own abilities seeing as Helena wanted to share her’s. He extended his arm, and the light around him condensed into two prisms of hard light, spinning and charging for a moment before letting out two striking beams of pure light and energy. They slammed into the heavy unit and detonated; the beast slumping over as it lost power.