User blog:1hs444/The Heist of Unicorn Hydra VII: Part 7

Note: Make 7th blog Unicorn Hydra 7 joke



Welcome back for part VII of Unicorn Hydra VII!

Our heros landed in an abandoned urban city, and have hidden their Pelican in the city. Now, the strike force is regrouping to take down a Chat Compound with access to the interior of the hollow planet. Yeah, it took until part 6 for shooting to happen, and part 7 until the heros reach the focus point of the story.

It's a novel length story, ya know?



Part 7


RTA: "This is Nine Sixer, preparing to land... uh... on an encrypted channel broadcasting a report. Lieutenant please acknowlege."

Fox: "This is Fox, read you loud and clear."

Nova pulls the radio from Fox's hand.

Nova: "Well done Sergeant, Private. Get back here on the double."

Bishop: "Copy that."

The strike team re-groups an hour later, and prepares to assault the base as the day turns to night.

Ricardo: "If I may, we could enter the venti-"

Nova: "Take it from the professionals, Shillyshally. The vehicle garrison in the back of the compound is perhaps the easiest way to get inside."

Fox: "Yeah, but there is no small doors there. If you decide to open a big door, you're making a scene in an overly populated enemy fortification. Might as well set that nuke off right at the base."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ramirez gives Fox a sour look, and turns away.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "Fine. Your mission Commander, but my men."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Their base unfortunately located near a really big cliff, and on the opposite side of that cliff is the entrance to the interior. If we EMP it, and attach a tether, we can use a zipline to roll right onto the compounds roof, and enter through the vent shaft. Once inside, we move to the control room, and as soon as they get the power back on, we enter the control room and lock every blast door in the compound, effectively trapping anyone inside at least until we can get out."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Sounds like a good plan, actually."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "Then it is settled."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "So, to get into the interior... We're going to need a dropship right?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "Correct, but protocol dictates that investigation crews throughly search the area with dropships. With that door open, NR officers confirmed that maintenance dropships go through the planets crust whenever it opens, to send supplies. Accidental opening or intentional."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "And that means that we are going to hijack a freighter or investigation craft, possibly a space station inside of a planet, and a large vessel capable of FTL travel, all in one day."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "Get tactical marines."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''Ramirez grabbed his rifle, RTA grabbed his signature shotgun, and Fox grabbed his M739 rifle. Ricardo, Sammie and Bishop grab silenced SMG's and reasonably sized C-12 charges.''

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "So, are we marching to the base, or..."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Look over there!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''Several Chat Warthogs roll up into the city center, but don't suspect a joint Resistance/New Republic strike team lurking in the shadows. Nova looks over to Fox.''

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

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The Heist
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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''Two now modified Warthogs silently work together to take down a Chat Garrison located a few kilo's outside of the city. The now red painted Warthog, carrying Fox, Bishop and Ricardo race directly towards the base, with a makeshift cloaking device installed on it.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">The "Blue" Warthog, with RTA, Nova and Sammie race towards the cliff, which is hanging over the base. Both teams are linked via radio.''

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "I just loved the look on their faces."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "I mean, they had their hands on their guns, but they were just... stunned."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Sammie: "Almost like they weren't even out on patrol for a purpose."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ricardo: "The EMP is prepped for detonation. As soon as it's planted, we'll head back to the cliff and await detonation."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''The bomb is armed, planted, and the blue warthog arrives at the cliff. The strike force pulls out a series of grappling hooks, and aim them at the base.''

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "And... Execute."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''Fox mashes on a remote detonator, and the compounds power temporarily goes off. In that instant, the grappling hook fires, and latches onto the base. It is anchored into the ground, and the rope begins ferrying members of the squad on-top of the base. Taking the head of the assault, Bishop pulls out his SMG and quickly mows down several guards on the roof.''

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "All clear."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Quickly now, before their backup generator kicks in."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''Fox pulls open a vent shaft, and the team enters it one by one. Just as they go to close it, the last one in, Sammie, is shot by one of the roof guards still alive. Ricardo pulls her into the shaft, peaks outside, and is nearly shot by the same wounded guard. Finally, he pops open the shaft again, sticks his silenced SMG out, and unloads a clip into the guard.''

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ricardo: "Marine down..."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Get me a kit. Now."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''Ricardo hands him a kit, and RTA checks her pulse."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Shes... gone."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "This was a bad idea commander, and now one of my best soldiers is dead."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "If you don't want more dead like her, we've got to stick to the plan. Alright?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Sir, it is only logical to stick to the plan at this point. A retreat and regroup would take too long, and we'd most likely be caught before such could happen."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "Alright. Take her tags."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">They take her dogtags, and move into the Command Centers vent shaft.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Wait for it..."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">The power comes back on, and a draft starts flowing through the vents.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Now!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">A hail of silenced gunfire rains down onto the specified targets in the control center, and the maintenance openings in the vents pop open, followed by the team entering the room.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Sir, the door switch appears in-tact."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "Close the blast doors! Lock it down!!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''Fox frantically runs around the command room, looking for such a button, and finally finds a button with a sticky tape attached to it reading "the big red lock down button". He presses it, and the lights that just recently came back on dim again, the blast doors seal tight, an ominous flashing red light covers the room head to toe, and an obnoxious siren starts going off.''

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "Alright. Someone find me something on scheduled flight control."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Why?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "So we can see where a freighter is."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ricardo: "...Got something!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "What is it?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ricardo taps a few buttons, and a file comes up on the command centers main screen showing a freighter scheduled to be ready for take off in 2 hours, and 50 kilometers away.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "50 kilos? We just set off a huge alarm by going in here! We just killed everyone in the command room, and our cover of night is blown. No way we can get to that!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "Can you find anything closer?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ricardo: "Well, it appears that there are a few dropships in a hanger/garage right here in the compound, but they have no cloaking material, and anything that could wouldn't be able to fool the Chat."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA walked to the middle of the control room.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Lucky thing I brought this."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">He pulls out a small jamming device.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "What is that?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "Standardized... make that an advanced black market jamming device. In boot camp, they practically drilled it in our heads to arrest anyone within 10 meters of one of em. It can mimic just about any standard IFF tag the Chat currently carries."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "If we leave now, while people haven't reached the override to the alarm, we could reach the hanger."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "Alright. I'll pop the door, and we leave now."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''Nova pressed the main button on the main console, and the door leading to the interior of the planet began to open. Nova, RTA and Fox nodded, and proceeded back out the vent. Once outside, they noticed an absence of a mortally wounded Sammie, and a guard stumbling to get back on his feet with his gun on the roof. RTA smacked him in the face with the butt of his shotgun, and took his ID card.''

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Lets go!"

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''The team scaled down the compounds wall with little trouble, and sprinted for several hundred meters before reaching a hanger, and opened the main door. Bishop popped the back hatch, and ran toward the cockpit, while the rest of the team propped their backpacks in the blood tray.''

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "This is Pelican Nine- Sorry, say again, this is Pelican... err.. Six-Niner taking off from..."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''Bishop opens a map, and opens a search. He finds a hanger about 20 kilometers from the compound, labeled as #1373.''

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "...Hanger #1373"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Flight Control: "Pelican Six-Niner... say again."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "We are requesting authorization to take off from Hanger #1373."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Flight Control: "Pelican Six Niner, I see no IFF tag, over."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA hands Bishop his jamming device, and Bishop turns it on.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Apologies, technical difficulties."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Flight Control: "You are authorized for take off. I repeat, you're authorized for take off."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Copy."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''The Pelican lifts off of the ground, and under the cover of night, it evades detection from the compound. Just as the Pelican enters the door into the crust, power is restored to the compound, and searchlights watch the skies in a futile attempt to find the sabetours.''

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