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thearena2015-10-19 03:16 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2015-10-19 03:16 pm
Lightning Strikes Twice
Who| District 13 Mission-goers
What| Time to rescue what District kids have survived
Where| Near some edge of the arena
When| During Week 4
Warnings/Notes| Please put any necessary warnings in your thread headers.
There were no sign ups involved this time, this was an off-worlder idea which means the off-worlders clearly have every desire to see this through; you signed up with your consent. The mission is to be held in the evening, so the morning is spent preparing, stocking up the hovercraft with medical supplies, arming everyone, donning the now familiar all black attire. When the alert is sent out, it's simply to gather in the hanger and begin loading.
As promised, there's no sign of a 13-issued leader involved, it's on the mission team and it's assigned tactical head to lead themselves; all Webb gives the group is a chipper smile and 'Good Luck.'
The sun is just beginning it's descent when the hovercraft leaves the hanger. The flight isn't nearly as long as the one to District 3, but it's long enough that the sun has dipped below the horizon when the hovercraft stops. Stopping doesn't mean landing, however. The team's resident off-worlder pilot comes on over the speaker with given instructions: time to strap up and get ready to do a little sky-diving.
The plan is simple really. Should the hackers do their job, the storms will do as they're told and strike the dome below the hovercraft all at the same time, breaking the barrier and making a hole big enough for the strike team to carry out the rescue. Hackers strapped in and strike team ready to zipline down, the hovercraft's door opens to the windy outside, allowing a wonderful view of the bright flash and deafening crash a minute later as the weather codes carry out their destruction.
Time to move.
What| Time to rescue what District kids have survived
Where| Near some edge of the arena
When| During Week 4
Warnings/Notes| Please put any necessary warnings in your thread headers.
There were no sign ups involved this time, this was an off-worlder idea which means the off-worlders clearly have every desire to see this through; you signed up with your consent. The mission is to be held in the evening, so the morning is spent preparing, stocking up the hovercraft with medical supplies, arming everyone, donning the now familiar all black attire. When the alert is sent out, it's simply to gather in the hanger and begin loading.
As promised, there's no sign of a 13-issued leader involved, it's on the mission team and it's assigned tactical head to lead themselves; all Webb gives the group is a chipper smile and 'Good Luck.'
The sun is just beginning it's descent when the hovercraft leaves the hanger. The flight isn't nearly as long as the one to District 3, but it's long enough that the sun has dipped below the horizon when the hovercraft stops. Stopping doesn't mean landing, however. The team's resident off-worlder pilot comes on over the speaker with given instructions: time to strap up and get ready to do a little sky-diving.
The plan is simple really. Should the hackers do their job, the storms will do as they're told and strike the dome below the hovercraft all at the same time, breaking the barrier and making a hole big enough for the strike team to carry out the rescue. Hackers strapped in and strike team ready to zipline down, the hovercraft's door opens to the windy outside, allowing a wonderful view of the bright flash and deafening crash a minute later as the weather codes carry out their destruction.
Time to move.
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Holding the rifle with one hand, he reached to his hip with the other. Unsnapping the canteen from where it was held to his belt, he held it out.
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The wince is slight, but real, as she surveys the landscape, weighing her options. The comparison between them is impossible not to make, emaciated and filthy against well-supplied and well-armed. But still, she thinks this could work. Okay. Alright.
"I have officially been in this for too fucking long if I start forgetting who my friends are. You keep going here, I'll head that way," She pointed, off in the direction of her hidden vehicle. Trust, it was all about trust, "If I find anybody, I'll bring them back for your team here-- it is a team, right?"
God help us all if Wyatt Earp was all the Rebellion could muster.
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"I'm the only one in this area, an' we've got an hour to get 'em an' get out," he cautioned. "So if ya don't happen on one before that..." His shoulders raised and lowered, and he shook his head. "Ya jus' carry on an' take care of yerself, alright?"
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Shepard isn't sure whether she's horrified or charmed. She's certainly impressed, at the very least. Didn't know you had it in you, cowboy.
"Look," she's smiling, smirking even. God damn it, Wyatt, if nothing else, she is happy to see you, "Don't tell me how to do my damn job."
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"Go on," he drawled, turning back the way he'd been headed when she'd interrupted. "I got work to do."