Worldship Explorer, Ch. 9

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The gate would now be constructed. More work now goes into diverting large amounts of power to that specific room. Several gem golems would now be working to make diverting power lines from several seperate - power circuits -.

A sniper from Second Squad gives a predatory growl as she watches the Enemy go down. They weren't killing shots though... which almost lessened the thrill she got from the hunt. And Hunt Second Squad did, quickly moving up behind the next Enemy as they caught his sent, a two man fireteam coming up behind him and opening fire on the solider.

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Malth'Par began to become antsy as she watched the final pieces of the "gate" fall into place. It looked something like the warp gate The Avilun were preparing to set up within their own territory.

"Alright everyone... pull back from the gate and dig in... we don't know WHAT may be coming though it after all..." she ordered.

The pilot watched as the drones fall at the force of the weapons.
"Huzkal" The pilot called out. The Bay of the Baizar opened and 10 of the Dinterian Security raptors dropped to the floor with their armor shields deployed. They formed a line, for save the space between the IFVs before moving forward. Another 10 dropped down behind the line of Dinterians their weapons drawn and walking behind the shielded dinterians as they slowly moved forward, lowering themselves as they walked just enough to keep them alittle safer from the IFV's fire as their gunners behind them fired at the drones. Some of the Firing squad gets nicked by the returning fire, ducking behind the armored as their shields pinged agains ttheir weapons

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"Your master?" Hastin asked as he gestured for the team to follow,  before seeing the Puppeteer siloette ahead of them. The security soldiers followed their assigned groups as they recorded the information they saw from their surroundings on their tech packs

The gate starts to light up. Slowly more and more power drains to its direction. More gem golems temperarly switch to make other power line diversions. The lights flicker from the strain as the inner circlit starts to spin. Power lines would be set up from the three printer mechs still in and around the home base room. The fourth one looming over the affairs elsewhere. 1/2

The next Hunter-Killer being targeted notice, and pulls a grenade. But instead of simply dropping it, he activates jet thrusters and charges straight into the Ye'tule fireteam as he activates the grenade.

The R&D Drones fall very quickly, as do any disjointed Puppeteer forces who are hit with returning fire. As they push, they move into the Containment District; multitudes of hallways, each with dozens of massive, super-heavy blast doors, all hiding something within. The Puppeteer forces continue to fall back, their morale already at rock-bottom as a result of these events.

"Yes, my master. The Associate, as the Puppeteers collectively refer to him." He looks to the Puppeteer. "Tanni! You were supposed to evacuate at the alarm! Or were you too deep to respond in time?" The Puppeteer walks towards them, laughing. Now Hastin and his team can see that it's a female, this Tanni. "Yeah yeah, I'll go with the latter excuse. My body's just fine, right? Then there's nothing to worry about!"

The two fireteam members eyes widen for a moment, their fire tearing into the Hunter-Killer solider for a moment before jumping off the platform they were on to safety, using their jump jets to push themselves back onto the wall.

A single medic slowly moves towards the wounded Hunter, covered by another two man team. Checking to see of the enemy was unconscious. as the rest of the squad moves towards the next Hunter as the grenade goes off.

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Malth at the base watches as the gateway powers up, the boring ship prepared to quickly extract the platoon should things go south.

Then, the gateway is established with a loud distorted frump noise. Tall. Green and yellow armoured figures with wings and strange looking weapons start running into the scene. Their forms seemingly surrounded with a blue, bubble for each of them and all of them having yellow circles above their heads. Four of them surrounded by yellow star like objects.     www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpIhbD…       They all run in a dead sprint for two locations. Two squads head for where the fighting was, the other squad, and the PL P SGT, and four aura troopers, head for a second avenue of approach. Strange otherwordly shouting can be heard as they barked their orders down to the squad SGTs, and relaying to the team leaders.
Then, the gateway is established with a loud distorted frump noise. Tall. Green and yellow armoured figures with wings and strange looking weapons start running into the scene. Their forms seemingly surrounded with a blue, bubble for each of them and all of them having yellow circles above their heads. Four of them surrounded by yellow star like objects.     www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpIhbD…       They all run in a dead sprint for two locations. Two squads head for where the fighting was, the other squad, and the PL P SGT, and four aura troopers, head for a second avenue of approach. Strange otherwordly shouting can be heard as they barked their orders down to the squad SGTs, and relaying to the team leaders.

Malth gives the slightly fox looking aliens a quizzical look as Claron watched beside her.

"They seem to be ignoring us..." The male said.

"Not complaining..." Malth replied.

As the last line of the drones had ether fallen to the ground or back, the Squad leader shouted,
"Farzalt!" The armored line of Dinterians stopped where they were and went to their knees, providing full protection for their fire squad as they stationed behind them. The Squad leader stood up from the group as the Fire from the Baizar had halted. The team stood infront of the corrdoors.
"I don't like this one bit..." He said before waving upwards behind him for the Baizar to advance forward. The dropship increased it's height high enough to float over the IFVs and infront behind the line of Raptors.
"Gozlka. Devino des tinal nal'la." The leader ordered. The 10 of the armored fronline spread out into groups of 2, with an equal dividing fire team member. They turned until they formed a circle-like formation, the shields covering every direction while the fire team remains in the middle, covering their direction.
"Gotal (Advance) " The leader said and the squad fort moved into the corridor. The Baizar's under turret activated, lowering a larger cone-shaped turret to point down the hall as the 20 raptors moved, adjusting their circle for the size of the coordoor, and checking the blast doors they pass.

The team recorded the Puppeteer as the AI interact with it, while Hastin watches them stepping alittle closer to the pair

Most of the blast doors in the R&D are sealed shut and locked up tight. The few that are half-open looks downright ominous; test chambers, machine shops, and android developments far superior to the pitiful droids the explorers have come to expect. And in one half-open room, something that chills everyone on mere sight; a massive room, rectangular cryopods stacked neatly one on top of the other, side by side, and there must be hundreds of them. A glance in one of the cryopods reveals the Puppeteer within; they are all in their self-containment suits, an unusual black robe color with red trimmings; each bear the symbol of the ouroboros on their centerpiece.

Within the Datacore, Tanni steps up to the group. "These guys ain't Puppeteers, Hephistotles. Visitors?" Hephistotles nods. "Sort of. You can call them that." He turns to the Zypher team. "This is Tanni the Researcher, one of the Six Great Commanders of the Nomadic Puppeteer Colonies."

In the Generator room, the grenade detonates, killing the Puppeteer instantly. The previously downed Hunter-Killer seems to be unconscious; it's impossible to tell with their self-containment suits and faceplates.

The medic slowly steps forward to examine the down enemies wounds, as the two snipers reposition as the third Hunter-Killer unit is found. The First squad, seeing that the Gem Golem is seemingly fine by itself, splits in half to chase after the fourth Hunter-Killer as they smell him on a catwalk nearby.

The third Hunter-Killer continues its run, dropping land mines as it goes, set to rig by proximity. The fourth bunkers down inside a side room, and when the first Ye'tule soldier comes too close, all he sees is a flare of white as the Hunter-Killer fires his thermite shotgun.
The downed Hunter-Killer is indeed unconscious after all. He won't be fighting with those wounds, regardless.

The brass ring and spider legged construct with floating crystal eye with chaos arrows keeps investigating the ships. Getting closer, over one of them before dropping down and sliding the ring down and bending, twirling the legs around to land straight upright. But oddly, nothing seemed. Worth while here. Meanwhile Six more winged and armoured foxes with abstract looking rifles exit.  They fan out and take up positions around the gate room. A four winged being in grey and gold stands tall looking around. His face was that of a fox as he looks at those who might be nearby.

The platoons worth of Guardians bee line for the R and D area first. Two squads burst in, half of them spreading their wings to get to higher ground. More strange tongue speak emits deep and loud as they talk to each other. The gem golem keeps trying to jack into the system as it makes a middle ground front end attempting to interact with the OS.

The medic starts carefully peeling back the unit's armor with a pair of metal snippers, their own armor was fairly tough for it's flexibility and he hoped it would be enough to open up the wounded soldier's armored suit.

The third Hunter unit would soon find himself under fire from the two snipers as they hung on the wall. Their first shot missing with a curse.

The Ye'Tulen caught of guard by the Fourth unit fell back, howling in pain as another slipped in behind the Hunter-Killer. His naquadah tipped claws digging deep into the soilder's shoulder as he was yanked to the ground. A second Ye'Tulen soldier swatting away the shotgun before it could fire again, driving a combat knife into the suit's weaker knee joint. While the downed Ye'Tulen soldier's armor was torn off in hopes of lessening the damage done by the thermite rounds by the remaining two squad members.

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Malth catches the eye fourwinged lupine. Seemling trying to stare down the impressive creature. She wasn't about to let her platoon be caught off guard.

The leader looked at the Puppeteers in the chambers.
"...I've never seen anything like this..." He said softly, the guarding raptors as well looking at the contained race.
"Continue moving." He ordered as the Squad kept pushing up the hallway.
"This seems to be some kind of science area. A lot of test chambers. We also got some of the race that we believe is here in one of the rooms." He replied to the Pilot.

Hastin extended his hand.
"A pleasure to meet you Tanni. I'm Gregor Hastin...an Explorer and Scientist." He said

The being stood taller then the rest. His four wings an oddity. As the for most pair seemed to split at the halfway point. Perhaps a rank between? Unlike the rest of his forces, he had no gun. A long wrist sword. And a massive sword of enchanted nature on his back. He speaks out in deep, galatic standard." I am the angel, jerrol. Of the Celestial Empire. Who, are you? "he asks? His six troopers, a sort of security detail kept watch outward. A strange device on his armour chattered with the movements of the four squads.

Malth sighed, of course it'd speak standard... well now was as good a time as ever to test their own translator.

"Math'Par, Patoon Lead of The Explorers Guld and commandar of this Forward Operating Base," she replied, the primitive translator working surprisingly well.

Jerrol raises a brow, suprised that the most commen tongue was, unknown to one of the many nations all seemingly. Pooled here. He looks down at the device as his wings fold upon his back." Hmmmm. Math Par, of the explorers guild. I take it you are here, for. Items of worth? "he says folding his arms together, ears perking up. Pondering over things in his mind as he awaits a reply.

The third Hunter-Killer unit curses internally as he continues to run, pulling out a pistol to fire in the general direction of the snipers. He isn't very accurate, but enough so the snipers have to be careful. The fourth curses as he tries to break free, but seemingly gives up just moments later. The other two units dodge off to a side corridor.

The R&D units find a strange blast door, larger than usual, with a small squadron of shocktroopers guarding the door. They raise their weapons but don't fire, instead, barking out, "Halt! Come no closer!", which comes out very well through their translators.

Tanni shakes Hastin's hand. "Looks like we're of common mind, eh?"

The guardians at the scene of the gunfight would make it perhaps to the downed Hunter killers. They count and tally, those there. Seeking to see if there was a spare one they could perhaps. Salvage, without robbing the other party there one one aswell. The gem golem perhaps finally gets in? But awaits further command.

The gem golem gets in, but it begins a startup sequence. From what it can discern from the code, it's beginning cryo release of multiple chambers nearby.

The Ye'tule medic easily cuts through the fabric of the Hunter-Killer. The suits are made of a fabric that is exceptionally tough for day-to-day activities, but clearly is not suited for combat.

The Leader shouts a native tounge order and the Squad Fort stops where they are, dropping their shields to the ground and their firesquad taking positions on the armored shoulders, shouting more orders to hold fire unless engaged. He recognized they weren't carrying the same outfit as the ones they were chasing.
"State your stance. Are you Passive or Hostile" The leader shouted in his normal language. Not sure if this was one of the many explorers on board the worldship.

Hastin smiled.
"It would appear so."
"I'm absolutely amazed at this place." He added.

On the Emb'dai, Dreglin sat watching the scanners. Team A was still safe and away from the multiple activity. Team B, Hastin's team still hadn't responded to comms but his biosigniture read fine. The Warlord looked over at the second holoscreen, watching to see if anymore data was coming in....nothing.
//Dreglin to all teams on ear. Deliver a status update immdieatly upon receiving.// He broadcasted. Only the Outside guard teams and Fairchild from Team A responded.


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