#pfmission2

[mad-agent-phoenix]

Radio: Beta

Agent Phoenix: Did everybody make it out fine? Everybody off the ship? No one dead?

[agentolympia]

Once You Get Your Orders || OPEN

The agents had to leave. The Director had spoken, and while Olympia wasn’t the most amazing at following the leader, the Director’s orders weren’t something she wanted to mess around with. Shooting one last alien through the head—taking a moment to pause and appreciate the spurt of bright blood—Olympia turned and began sprinting as fast as she could.

The halls were full of angry pirates, but Olympia chose not to engage, instead deciding now was the time to use her armor capabilities to go even faster. If they were being told to get out, Olympia wouldn’t fight it. She was tired, covered in hostile’s blood, and the healing wound in her leg chafed and stung with each bound she took.

As far as Olympia was concerned, it wasn’t up to her to wait for Gamma or the rest of Beta. Once she got her orders, she wasn’t going to stick around.

The agent finally stopped at the docking pad. It was chaos. Aliens and agents commingled like some strange swap meet…but with bullets. Out came her gun. “I don’t suppose any of you need any help?" she yelled above the noise.

[tara-taurus]

Radio: Delta

A.I. Taurus: I have run the logistics of our situation, I recommend immediate retreat. Under current conditions, I do not believe that you will survive this battle. Mission failure is the only logical action from here, for the long term service of the Project. There is no way to secure both the sarcophagus and your lives, not without the transportation that we have lost.

[agentdenver]

RADIO: ALL TEAMS

Agent Denver: No need to panic over the sudden loss of light, Madison and I just reached the security room and have now disabled that tiresome alarm, as I'm sure you've all noticed with this lovely peace and quiet that has now arisen.

Agent Denver: Now, I have no idea where any of you are- but you might like to know that as well as that, alien motion trackers have also been disabled, leaving them in the literal dark as I also thought it wise to take down the lights as well.

Agent Denver: I'd recommend you all turn on your night vision, if it helps; and the two of us should be meeting up with the rest of you soon.

[mad-agent-phoenix]

Radio: Beta and Gamma

Agent Phoenix: Beta Two has a tail but is moving towards Gamma. Beta One and Three, what are your positions?

[mad-agent-phoenix]

A Change of Plans // P/V/A/C

 Phoenix squinted at Austin, valiantly striving to siphon his concentration into the man's words, but was interrupted as a blaring wail started echoing throughout the metallic halls of the ship. He jerked backward, craning his head in a vain attempt to discern the source of the noise, not a second after which a frantic radio call originating from none other than Providence abruptly went off.  Beta, all units, we're going to need back-up here- a little forewarning about those pirates that we met up with? That would've been nice. Just get here as fast as you can, because we need back-up immediately, there's-

  Of fucking course she was blaming Beta.

 "Delta's on their own," he told Austin tersely, "we're ditching. I'll get a map to Gamma's position." With that he bolted down the hall, trusting that his hulking teammate would follow. Virgil, I need that map, along with news on any Covvie patrol that might be coming up.

 His weighted feet pounded against the corridor hallway heavily, but the incessant clang was wholly drowned out by the constant keen of the emergency sirens. Shit, that noise was obnoxious.

 Just as he skidded around the corner, Phoenix was assaulted with the sight of a brutish cluster of the pirates advancing rapidly down the hallway toward he and Austin. Without missing a beat, he muttered, "Fuck stealth," ripped the rifle from its strap back, readied it, and sent a spray of bullets towards the pack of alien smugglers. Two of the spiny ones were struck across their chest - was that a heart? - and slumped to the ground immediately, which seemed almost too easy, but oh, well, what the hell.

 "Austin," he said, "now might be a fucking good time for one of those flashbangs." Virgil, how quick can we get to Gamma?

[agentolympia]

Alien Pirates...Who Knew? | O/G/P/J

As soon as they alarm went off, Olympia knew they were in deep, deep trouble. "No..." she mumbled to herself as June went instantly to radio Gamma. They were in too deep to go back now, they had to find the Sarcophagus and get out before the...whatever they were...took them all out. Outnumbered, outgunned. Just the way Olympia liked it. Running down the corridor, she burst through to where the Gamma team was, certain Juneau would follow behind. The adrenaline pounding through her veins seemed to echo the wailing of the alarm. Do you have any sort of estimation of how many we're up against, Gem?

[agentconcord-blog-blog]

Radio: Agent Bismarck and Agent Raleigh

Agent Concord: Agents Raleigh and Bismarck, come in. The ship's alarms have been triggered and we have hostiles heading in our direction. We need back up. Take out as many of the bastards as you can on your way here, but we must get to the cargo hold to retrieve the Sarcophagus. Stealth is no longer a concern. Over.