[MISSION]

[daddyscythe]

Characters: Open to Mission Goers
Location: Norad, Colorado
Rating: R
Time: August 22
Description: It's time for the mission to rescue Marie.

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[ARTILLERY GROUPS 1 AND 2] BAM! BAM BAM!

[daddyscythe]

You'd think that it would be easy for the artillery unit, right? Who knew these kishin eggs could move so fast on their feet! Unit 1 barely manages to start doing their job when a handful of kishin eggs start making their way to them. Unit 2 doesn't fare much better. Heads up, guys, you're being attacked.

UNIT 1

[thebestandwurst]

He'd been counting for the artillery units to remain safe. As far as he could tell, only Mustang and Elric were in any way fighters among the people holding the guns, and joining the mess below wasn't efficient.

Perhaps it was a miscalculation on his part to think that their position in relation to the more attractive guests below would keep the attack from them.

"Italien, you must shoot them before they reach us!" he commanded, already a rifle in his meister's hands.

pffffft synchronicity, we has it /reposts

[smokeeasy]

Murphy's Law of Combat No. 1: No battle plan ever survives contact with the enemy.

They're supposed to be providing the cover fire, right? Keeping the path clear for the teams rushing the entrance? Pity no one remembered to tell the enemy that's how it was supposed to work.

Hence, Murphy's Law of Combat No. 2: The only time suppressive fire works is when it is used on abandoned positions.

Which it wasn't. Ergo them being attacked now.

From within his weapon form, Badou caught sight of a kishin egg dashing towards them up the slope and closing fast, already too close for comfort. He was a pretty cool head in a firefight though, and he trusted Al--hell, if it came right down to it, Al could probably swing him around like a big old battering ram right into an enemy's chest. But he's still giving a warning shout for the whole group just in case.

Coming on our left!

u-u-u-unit 1???

[miarrendo]

Italy trembled as he heard the noise on all sides. But he tried his best to stay focused and do what Germany asked him. His first instinct was to run, of course. But so many people were counting on them. He shot blindly in the direction of the monsters, wailing the entire time.

[thebestandwurst]

These particular kishin eggs, for better or for worse, tended to be very persistent and tenacious. The witches had done something to them. Some even displayed the uncanny ability to regenerate entire limbs with their reserves of eaten souls. The kishin eggs howled at Alphonse's attacks, but they were determined to get what they wanted, even if they had to crawl their way to it.

On Germany's end, it was all he could do to project calm into his meister. At least Italien was shooting -- that was far better performance than anything else Italien would have done willingly six decades ago. It was just a matter of Italien hitting something, which he was not, at least not directly. Germany's shots exploded on impact, which affected the kishin eggs in very close range of the bullet, and to an extent, Germany could also redirect the shots a bit. That was enough to take one or two kishin eggs out, if he aimed at their heads.

But Alphonse was not doing his job. "Alphonse!" he called from his weapon form. "What are you doing?"

[smokeeasy]

Badou knew exactly what Al was doing, or at least was trying to do. He understood that he didn't want to kill people--or even people who had once been people and now weren't people. But it wasn't going to do them any good if the things kept regenerating limbs and they got overrun.

"Smoke 'em, Al," he suggested, figuring that his partner would take his meaning: Badou could shoot off smoke as well as the projectiles that Al's abilities were creating, and the smoke seemed to have a calming effect, pacifying those who breathed it. As he'd said to Spirit the day before, he had no way to know if it would really work on kishin eggs, but it was worth a shot and maybe it would buy them some time to regroup.

Re: Skipping Italy for now at mun's request~

[thebestandwurst]

Why was there no need to kill all of them, was Germany’s unvoiced question. Where else would they be placed? Shibusen had no facilities for such things, though the country had no doubt that Stein would appreciate the test subjects, and it wasn’t an option to leave them out in the wild. That would be akin to detaining a rabid dog and releasing it out to continue terrorizing the general public with its disease. Still, Germany only had time to shout out a warning to Italien, for the meister to clap on the small gas mask that Germany had requested for everyone’s use. He hadn’t known what it was for, but it seemed he was finally going to find out.

And it was a good thing, these gas masks. The effects of the smoke didn’t show on the kishin eggs at first, but they increasingly became clumsier as they walked. Seconds later and the group affected lurched to a halt and collapsed in a heap of unconscious monsters.

[smokeeasy]

Badou held his breath. Not because of the smoke but just to see if the attack would work, and then he let out a deep sigh when it did. He really hadn't been sure, even when he'd first mentioned the idea of gas masks at the last minute to Spirit. (It was ironic how things worked out, wasn't it, him ending up with a meister who shouldn't even have to worry about inhaling his calm-inducing fumes.)

"Wow," he murmured softly, looking at the fallen bodies. "That's not half bad, huh? Wonder how long they'll be down for." If he had his guess, probably not too long, so they should get a move on and regroup while the getting was good.

[miarrendo]

Once the Kishin were down, Italy lowered his weapon, but still held it close. This was scary, fighting monsters. "N-now what do we do, Germania?"

[thebestandwurst]

“We must kill them,” he began, and then cut himself short because he knew that neither meisters liked the option. These were not soldiers, Germany reminded himself, no matter how large Alphonse looked and how old Italien was. They weren’t going to kill sleeping monsters where they lay

[smokeeasy]

Badou figured he knew exactly what Al's thanks meant, and though he didn't say anything in answer, the sentiment was still probably clear: no problemo. He wouldn't have personally had so much trouble with his shots killing these things, but it was also no accident that most of the people Badou had shot in his own world ended up living to talk about it.

Actually, he was still really just surprised that the tactic worked. In fact he was still gazing bemusedly at the fallen monsters where they lay right up until the moment Germany issued his command that they hold their ground. That brought his attention right back to the matter at hand though.

He looked over to Italy and the rifle he was holding, his eyebrows rising all the more given the frightened look on Italy's face. The guy looked like he'd rather be just about anywhere than where they were just then. (Too bad Badou couldn't shoot out smoke to make him feel brave.)

But his lightly skeptical question was for Germany alone, "You sure about that, big guy?"

[miarrendo]

It was true, Italy would rather be in a million different other places. Maybe he'd rather even be at England's house eating his food... No, wait. Maybe not. He shivered as he stared at the large mound of Kishin Eggs. Really, was it alright to leave them there? What if they woke up and attacked them?

UNIT 2

[thewarisover]

He had not had any illusions about the safety of being part of an artillery unit, especially in light of the sort of mission they were undertaking. Hence, when the kishin eggs started coming towards them, he didn't back down.

Of course, that didn't exactly make it easier to try and fend them off, much less keep them from harassing their allies in the distance.

Roy took aim, firing off another well-placed shot with Dojima into a pair of approaching targets. The Meister didn't bother appraising the damage (he knew they had hit), and instead spared a glance for the others in his unit.

...If they were overrun, this was going to be problematic.