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It's chaos just inside the fort's closed gates. This far out, it's not much of a fort (not in Plourr's estimation, anyway), but despite its small size, it's well-fortified and bristling with defenses.
It's not under attack at the moment, but two squads have just come in. One took heavy fire and the other saved its ass. Medics are weaving in and out of the controlled mess; a number of Gears from Charlie are being helped (or dragged) along. There's blood in the air. One Gear is woozily holding in his entrails. Somebody's bawling out orders from the middle of it all.
Alpha Squad, meanwhile, came out of this almost entirely unscathed. Its captain disengages out from under the arm of a wounded man, allowing a medic to take her place. "Remy, don't think I didn't see that hit you took," she calls across the parade ground, pointing at the sole member of her squad who'd been injured. Her voice has the flat, tinny cadence that everybody's does when they talk through the Gear helmet. "Get somebody to look at that leg or I'll tear it off, and then you won't have to worry about it at all."
Remy pulls his helmet off to reveal sweat-drenched dark hair and a wry, scarred face; he shoots his captain a thumbs up and continues his conversation with the Gear beside him.
It's not under attack at the moment, but two squads have just come in. One took heavy fire and the other saved its ass. Medics are weaving in and out of the controlled mess; a number of Gears from Charlie are being helped (or dragged) along. There's blood in the air. One Gear is woozily holding in his entrails. Somebody's bawling out orders from the middle of it all.
Alpha Squad, meanwhile, came out of this almost entirely unscathed. Its captain disengages out from under the arm of a wounded man, allowing a medic to take her place. "Remy, don't think I didn't see that hit you took," she calls across the parade ground, pointing at the sole member of her squad who'd been injured. Her voice has the flat, tinny cadence that everybody's does when they talk through the Gear helmet. "Get somebody to look at that leg or I'll tear it off, and then you won't have to worry about it at all."
Remy pulls his helmet off to reveal sweat-drenched dark hair and a wry, scarred face; he shoots his captain a thumbs up and continues his conversation with the Gear beside him.