alertcommando | Operation: Dark Night

Probably because the patrols are busy elsewhere, courtesy of the other groups. "There. I will key in a special code used for entrance of the facility has been dominated by the enemy, courtesy of our friends at the Battle Lab." The door, painted in the same color as the rock, built under a rocky overhanging, is all but invisible from a distance.

"Anyone wearing blue or white should be incapacitated and captured. The rest, you dispose off any way you can. She uncovers the access panel and keys in the code; the door clicks, then slides inwards most silently, revealing a passage sloping downwards.

"Understood," Annabelle replies with a nod. She creeps through the door and moves down the sloping hall.

Bonzo nods acknowledgment. "Will do." And he's off behind Annabelle as well.

Tanya brings up the rear, closing the door behind: they reached the point of no return. "When I open the lower door, our way is to the left. Follow the green line on the floor, and quick, they will start locking up the moment we strike."

Annabelle nods, waiting for Tanya to open the door. Once it opens, she'll head left quickly.

It was nice of the builders to be helpful, with placing that green line on the floor like that.

Wasn't it? Bonzo's not going to doubt too much at this point, to be fair; he'll take an easy attack when he can get it. Still, this is just another bit of (extremely) nervous waiting.

Helpful, yes. But actually, helpful for the enemy defenders to move quickly around the installation.

They get to the lower end of the passage, Tanya draws one of her guns... and pulls the opening lever, shouldering the heavy door open and diving into the next room.

A half dozen very surprised guards turn around and scramble to ready their guns: the area ahead is a wide, high crossing of hallways, a hub of sorts, with armed soldiers and unarmed service people all stunned a moment by the invasion.

The guards are about to learn the hard way why freezing in a firefight is a bad idea.

Annabelle dives through the door after Tanya, rolling and bringing both pistols up to fire. Two guards go down with bullets between the eyes, their guns half un-holstered as their bodies hit the floor.

Another one of the guards somehow seems to stumble as he's getting to his feet, landing on a fourth, resulting in some comically misdirected fire. Never mind the sideways chopping motion Bonzo just made as he went over. As to numbers five and six, Bonzo is quickly running around the corner as he's been told to.

Five and six go down with bullets to the throat and head, then Tanya rol,ls to her feet to go after Bonzo. The conscripts are starting to recover and bullets will start flying in numbers soon.

Ahead, a couple technicians with more presence of mind are fiddling with the control panel of the blast doors, trying to close up the missile launch central.

We can't have that! Annabelle follows the other two, moving rapidly.

The technicians trying to close the doors are her targets once they come into sight. Two of them go down thanks to bullets through the side of their skulls.

Annabelle doesn't know what would happen if she damaged the control panel, after all.

More subtle action. Once Bonzo gets in sight of them and in range of them, he takes note of a conveniently-placed fire extinguisher behind one of the technicians, and suddenly triggers it. The confusion lets him run forward, ignite his lightsaber, and shove it into the control panel. He'll deal with side-effects later.

What he might need right now, however, is some backup: The lightsaber is coming up and around to deal with one of the technicians, but there are probably at least two still alive, and he can't put the thing in two places at once right now.

Oh no, Bonzo is fine, see? The two remaining opponents fell victim of sudden cases of lead poisoning.

As soon as he is done with the last one, they should duck behind the partially closed doors: reinforcements are on the way and the air is about to become lethally tainted with fast-moving projectiles.

Annabelle ducks behind the partially closed doors as bullets whine by her head.

"I think we've got their attention," she quips, bringing both pistols to bear on the enemy.

The four guards at the front of the pack go down, encouraging the survivors to dive for whatever cover they can find.

Bonzo dodges behind the doors as well, switching out the lightsaber for the blaster as quickly as he can so he can return fire.

"You don't say?" he grunts.

"Too bad we can not linger..." Tanya picks a C-4 pack from one of the pockets of her tactical belt. "Bonzo, go ahead and clear the next hallway for us, will you? Me and Annabelle will give cover and I will leave a gift for any pursuers."

Annabelle grins. "You always give the best gifts," she tells her friend.

She moves to cover Bonzo when she sees the forklift with a stack of tempting barrels. Her smile at that sight would scare the most hardened predator.

She fires twice, sending the barrels careening to the ground below, where they explode with considerable violence. The Soviets that are still alive by the time the barrels of fun have done their work are more than a little distracted.

"Will do." He dashes off to check the hallway in question, sticking his head around the corner. He notices a group of Russians running down the hall in two columns of about five each, and lets loose with several shots from his blaster. In a nicely confined hallway, the term 'target rich environment' immediately leaps to mind: He downs the two in front of the columns, and the others end up taking cover behind them and returning fire.

"We've got company!" he shouts back, continuing to loose fire down the hall.

"Oh, great." Tanya mutters, slapping the explosive on the wall and switching the proximity sensor. "Armed in ten, nine, eight..." She speaks for Annabelle's benefit while heading after Bonzo. "We have to hurry."

Annabelle growls something profane in Arabic and follows Tanya at a run.

Standing in columns is going to prove to be a very bad idea. Her Hell pistols pack enough punch to get two soldiers for the price of a single bullet that way.

The sound of gunfire is nearly deafening in a closed space.

Bonzo keeps up the fire as they press forward, away from the impending explosions. Two bullets whiz by him at very close distances, making him wince...but not let up on his attack as he tries to get as much distance as possible.

Fortunately, they seem to be getting through most of the Russians, and any that aren't dead from the shooting are probably not going to combine their injuries with the incoming concussions too well.

As the explosion goes off, Bonzo leaps forward through the air, probably landing behind any of the remaining Russkies. He'll explain that later.

Tanya might ask later; right now she is busy helping Anabelle finish clearing the hallway.

A bit ahead they will run into something different, two soldiers wearing powered armor.

You never saw a commando duck out of the way so quickly, and right in time as the Tesla troopers send arcing bolts of charged-hot plasma down the hallway.

Annabelle puts some of her Klingon profanity to use as she dives toward the ground. The very edge of one of the plasma bolts singes the edges of the back of her armored vest as she hits the floor.

She rolls behind the bodies of several soviets, using them as cover. That kind of armor calls for more firepower. She un-slings the sniper rifle and chambers a round of the HEAP ammo.

Then she brings the rifle up and fires at the joints in the armor. One of the Tesla troopers screams in mortal agony as the HEAP ammo hits the joint holding his right arm to his body and destroys it in a spray of gore.

Bonzo puts his blaster back in the holster and gets out his lightsaber. It's glaringly obvious that simply shooting bolts into this thing is going to be like blowing really hard at a hurricane, so he's not going to try. What he does do is get behind a metal crate in the hall and keep his head down for the moment...he's not going to try and charge these guys.

The bloody mess he sees raining in the hall a moment later surprises him. Looking at the other trooper, who's walking by, he runs up the last few feet before sliding under his left arm and swinging his lightsaber past at the knees. It won't kill him outright, but it should distract him. Losing your lower legs will do that, y'know?

And provides just enough distraction for Tanya to finish them off with shots into the visor plates.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is teamwork in action.

Now the control room is just ahead. "Can your glowing sword take care of the door lock?"

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