Mission 01 - Recovery: Group 5

[cityship]

Chief, Brainiac 5, Leela, Cale, Bri, Paco, Samus, and Allen took the fifth pod. The ground beneath their feet slowly became softer and more squishy, undoubtedly to the grave annoyance of those wearing armor. Marshland, perhaps? It was definitely something they should keep an eye on. Who knew if there was quicksand or something like it, and marshes were generally home to some not-so-pleasant creatures...

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Re: Second Obstacle

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

"Holy--!"

Paco ducked under a grasping pincher and swung his stick at the land-crab the pincher belonged to. It caught the piece of wood and snapped it in half like a toothpick. Paco swore and fell back, looking around for a new stick.

"Little help here?"

Re: Second Obstacle

[mapquest-titan.livejournal.com]

"I'm a little busy if you hadn't noticed!" Cale hollered back as he, too, ducked and dodged a pincer from the crab that was attacking him.

"Aim for the face!" he shouted out to Samus. It seemed to be the only place where the crabs weren't covered with in shell and Samus appeared to be the only one trying to take out the one that seemed determined to have fresh Cale for lunch.

Re: Second Obstacle

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

Actually, Samus isn't the only one. Chief's making short work of the one, Samus is making short work of the other, and a chain wraps around the claw near Cale, the scythe slices off the claw near Paco, and she simultaneously kicks a decent-looking stick towards the Latino teen as she does it.

It's like a dance, moving every place she should be as she's supposed to be there.

Apparently, she's enjoying it, judging from that grin on her face.

Before long, everyone's gotten their shots in and the whole group working in tandem leads to the crabs collapsing in their hulking shells, no longer moving, sliced and diced and shot to hell.

The air smells--

Okay, actually it kinda smells pretty good, like cooked seafood.

"Holy hell. Wish we could cart some of that back to the ship. Real meat would be nice for once. Maybe find some lemongrass..."

Re: Second Obstacle

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Infused in melted butter." Allen has hung back for the fight like the good ranged fighter he is, but he comes back now, spinning his colts once or twice before sticking them back in their holsters. "Broil that shit in cream with some sherry - little bit of worcestershire - hey, I know what I'm ordering from Cafe Du Sensorium when I get back."

Re: Second Obstacle

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

"I need a freaking video camera, seriously. Think the omnicoms do that? Because someone needs to start recording these awesome fights."

Paco had moved back out of the way after grabbing his new stick, since he wasn't too into the idea of either getting pinched by giant crabs or getting shot or slashed by his teammates.

"Do you think they have friends?" he asked, looking around like he expected more crabs to come out of the forest around them.

Re: Second Obstacle

[prettycoolguy]

"I'm already planning on dumping all the data out of my helmet into mine once we get back. That includes video logs," says the Chief, slamming a fresh clip home into the rifle. The things are dead, yes, but that doesn't mean anything. "You want that log, I can share." The lack of injuries is a very, very good thing. Also, this gives him a little more fighting experience with members of the crew he hasn't seen in combat before, which is also good. He'll remember it later, and put it to use.

And with that, we're back to serious business again.

"I wouldn't be surprised if there are more. Stay sharp." He starts off again, rechecking their heading on the beacon.