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Post by Captain Appos on Mar 10, 2019 17:20:44 GMT -5
“Seven hundred meters” Honeydew shouted, his rifle pointed straight towards Lemun squad’s target of interest.
“Are they closing in?” Kiwi would ask
“Eight hundred meters!” Honeydew shouted again
“Wait, it’s getting clos-”
“One thousand meters!”
Kiwi would whack the top of Honeydew’s helmet with the butt of his rifle. Honeydew fell to the side, laughing as Kiwi took his place. “You should of heard yourself! Sounded like you were going to shit your pants!”
Five Saiyans sat around seven meters away. Dignitaries seeking to mend relations with smaller governments, attempting to push Radia’s “Peacekeeper” visage. That wasn’t going to work. Lemun squad would make sure of it. Appos strode forward, a large rifle strung across his right shoulder. He’d pull up a pair of binoculars to examine the Saiyan’s once more. Sometimes he missed the convenience of his suit, instant zooming, constant feed with his squad mates. Though he had finally gotten used to being without it, he still couldn’t shake the strange feeling of separation he felt. As if he was a limb cut from a body. Three Piece would tap Appos on the shoulder and point to some trees in the distance, the spot where Honeydew and Kiwi had set up. Honeydew had a thumbs up.
“Think it’s time to go, Boss” Three Piece would growl.
“We’ve still got back up coming, we aren’t initiating the plan till she gets here”
“Oh, right. That Custodian. Still not used to working with them. Kind of miss the old days, gunning down tribals and killing monkeys out in the open. Haven't added a new tail to the collection for a couple of months…” Three Piece would tap on his wrist mounted det pad. Explosives could normally be activated via neural uplink with a MELON Trooper, but some of the more delicate ones required more rudimentary technology.
Appos would run a hand across his scarred face in contemplation. Ever since his encounter with Pricota, he had gotten quite a few more high risk missions. Guess he managed to make an impact with the small Custodian. Though most of their targets were not true Saiyan warriors, any of them escaping could be a serious issue. Eventually the squad decided upon glassing the entire stretch of land. Before doing so, however, Appos wanted to get second opinions from this Custodian assigned with them. Most were highly intelligent and tactically gifted, so maybe she could come up with a better one.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2019 19:24:32 GMT -5
"That Custodian?" The feminine voice was soft, yet it penetrated the silence in the air. The aura given off by her propulsion boots stirred the dust and leaves of the ground in an unruly manner as the azure-haired woman ascended from the very skies above to land on the ground, only a meter or so away from them. Her modified military uniform covered only portions of her body; other portions of her lean, muscular frame lay exposed, her pale skin glinting with a sheen of sweat from the humidity of their hiding place. The arrival of Papaya was sudden, and it was clear from the looks on the faces of Three Piece and Appos, they weren't expecting such a grand entrance. Her face was pretty, though held a stoicism unbecoming of such a young woman. Not an ounce of the mirth Kiwi and Honeydew seemed to have, and had she landed on their side instead, they would have faced swift reprimands for such uncouth behaviors. Papaya approached Appos, dusting off the short sleeves of her uniform. "Lieutenant Appos, correct? You'll have to excuse my tardiness. I had other obligations. Not that any obligations can supersede my loyalty to the Continuum—"She glanced at Three Piece, unimpressed with the towering figure. "—nor excuse any acts of haste in regards to our assignment without my consent. I'm glad to see you waited for me."Papaya availed herself of the binoculars in Appos's hand, peering through the scopes at the Saiyan dignitaries. "In any case, what's your proposed plan of execution?"
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Post by Captain Appos on Mar 13, 2019 18:12:20 GMT -5
Appos tapped three times on his forehead while looking to Three Piece. Many times, MELON Troopers would figure out different methods of communication aside from neural connection. Ways to speak without being on record or constantly monitored. It helped sometimes when planning, escaping the ire of a higher ranking officer who would instantly shut down a more bold strategy. This sign was fairly simple. It meant “Disengage”. Three Piece, while just as respectful and loyal as any MELON Trooper, tended to have difficulties with Custodians. Often they would consider him disrespectful and apathetic to them, sometimes to the point of assumed defect. This usually only happened when explosives were involved, his specialty. It’s not that he disrespected them, it’s just that everything they would bring up about his explosive types, method of placement, etc was already solved. Three Piece was immaculate in this field. But Appos didn’t need snide remarks from the grouchy trooper right now.
Three Piece gave a nod. “I’ll be double checking the charge rates if you need me, Boss”
Appos held his hands behind his back as he looked out to the targets. It wasn’t his place to judge, really, but this Custodian seemed to be dressed rather inappropriately for the occasion. Her uniform was unsightly and seemingly ineffective. More a fashion choice than practicality or proper Dress Code.
“As I’m sure you already know, Ma’am, we have Five targets. While they are fairly unassuming in power level, we can not afford to take any risks when dealing with them. One escaping would jeopardize the mission in its entirety. So, the plan is simple-”
Appos would beckon to the tree where Honeydew saw, now hanging upside down via his legs as if he was on a set of monkey bars whilst aiming his rifle. The strength of these Tree branches was rather impressive.
“MT-867 over there is one of the best shots within the MELONs. He has estimated that he can take down two targets before they can properly understand what is going on. MT-045, our medic and tactical advisor, has deduced that the remaining Saiyans will fly away too fast for Honeydew to get off enough shots. He also drew out their most likely course of escape. We have planted heavy incendiary explosives in a 1 Mile Radius, set to trip on command. We wait until they reach the edge of the explosives and set them off, disorientating and/or killing them. If any are alive after, they will be far too wounded to continue at their previous speed. We may execute at our leisure at that point”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2019 16:53:36 GMT -5
Papaya peered through the binoculars, nodding as Appos explained their course of action. The Saiyans did not appear to be soldiers. Their arms were too thin, their tails far too exposed. They were bereft of any sort of battle armor, instead donning long sleeved coats emblazoned with the Saiyan Kingdom emblem upon their shoulders. Dignitaries, at best. But fools nonetheless. She raised a hand to silence Appos when he got to the part about heavy explosives. Lowering the binoculars, she arched a thin eyebrow at him. "Heavy incendiary explosives... for an estimated three people?" Her tone was laced with heavy skepticism. "Seems a bit overkill to me." She handed him back his binoculars. "Here is where I make my addendum, Lieutenant. Setting off explosions might sound like a good idea. But is it a good idea to disfigure their bodies, leaving them so badly burned we can hardly recover any sort of evidence of their mission parameters?" She shrugged. "I think it would not serve our purpose very well." The grip of her pistol felt cold and solid in her hand. She drew the large weapon from its holster. "No explosives. There's no guarantee the first two your man shoots will survive. He'll take his marks, and when the others flee, we'll apprehend them in person. Incapacitate, but do not kill. That is an order. Give your man the signal."
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Post by Captain Appos on Mar 15, 2019 20:30:47 GMT -5
Three-piece managed to catch himself before chuckling. Appos remained stone faced, as he didn’t have the benefit of a helmet to keep him safe from snoody Custodians. Appos would remove his hat, revealing a well groomed set of hair, running a hand through it. If Papaya had a closer look, she might notice his more Saiyan features of Raven black hair, heavy brow, and dark eyes. He had a scar running across the left of his face, which he itched at. It was more of a phantom itch and only happened when he was either frustrated or stressed. He was both currently. Not only did they have to deal with a Custodian, but they had to deal with an uninformed one. Either that or they changed the mission parameters without notifying Lemun Squad. Something highly unorthodox and inefficient. 3/4ths of Lemun squad had a direct uplink to any extra mission parameters or changes for a reason. Appos would sigh and look to Papaya.
“Our mission is to kill the Saiyans, not capture them alive. Unless you have received information to the contrary, with proper certification, this is what our mission shall continue to be. We want to destroy any evidence of these Saiyan’s being here. These dignitaries are here to work on brokering peace with the populace. If they disappear, the Saiyan Kingdom may assume the populace too hostile to deal with, thus leading to one less ally to deal with. If they continue to send more, we will be notified and it will be dealt with immediately” Appos would replace his hat. “Ma’am”
Honeydew would begin to laugh heavily, struggling to keep himself properly in the tree as Three-Piece regailed him with what had just happened. Kiwi swatted him with the butt of his gun to try and get him to stop.
“What? You can’t tell me watching the boss chew out that wannabe soldier wasn’t funny!” He tapped his thigh. “Wait, I just found out why she dresses like that! It’s for mercy to her targets, they’ll get one hell of a view before dying!”
Kiwi sighed and sighted the Dignitaries. “You seem to forget that those Custodians are the reason why we even exist”
Honeydew would perform a sit up and point to Kiwi “That one sure as hell didn’t. Brainiacs are decent, at least. Probably because they pump their brains full of enhancements. But those combat ones are annoying as hell. They should stay back and let the professionals handle business!”
“The boss is technically a combat Custodian now” Kiwi would remark absentmindedly.
“That doesn’t count!” Honeydew would claim before returning to his upside down position. “Boss is one of us, even without his armor. He was born for kicking as and taking names. I mean, he survived powerful strike from Polaris straight through the skull! I ain’t seen a Custodian do that”
Kiwi rolled his eyes, not even bothering to explain all which was wrong with what Honeydew just stated
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2019 18:40:48 GMT -5
 Oh, the hubris. Papaya understood quite well the parameters of the mission. She also understood that she was placed in charge of the mission for a reason. She was a Custodian, a living breathing clone who embodied the very best and brightest the Tuffle Empire had to offer. Her creation was a time-consuming, meticulous task as the heads of the Fruit Basket Project needed to ensure that such precious personas were preserved in the best manner possible. Appos, and his good squad, were grown in vats like the weeds they were. And they were plucked and discarded when they no longer served a purpose. If they thought themselves non-expendable, they were wrong. She hoisted her weapon, aiming the barrel square between Appos's eyes. "You couldn't begin to count how many have stared down the length of this very barrel. How many Saiyans have met their end at my hands. I did not require an entire squad. I did it all based on my very own merit. I am a legacy, you are not." It would be simple enough to squeeze the trigger. Yet even she had those to whom she answered. Besides, that would be a rather grave and exaggerated reaction. The lieutenant was no stranger to this scenario. She could learn to trust his judgment. She slid her pistol back into its holster, dismissing him with a casual wave of her hand. "Fine. Kill them all. But as I said before... no explosions. I want a closer look at them, and I cannot do that if they are strewn about in bloody pieces. Just get it done."
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Post by Captain Appos on Mar 19, 2019 18:36:33 GMT -5
Appos would not even flinch as Payapa drew her firearm. How quaint. She assumed that a firearm would scare him. He has used every single type of weapon available to Continuum operatives. There would be a .5 second delay from trigger pull to discharge. Plenty of time to grab the weapon and disassemble it. Three MELON Troopers as highly trained as Lemun squad would easily take her down, as well as be justified. She would of attempted to commit murder against another officer, an act where Execution is acceptable. But none of that would matter. She didn’t have the guts to pull the trigger. A shame, it would of made this mission a bit more interesting. Payapa might notice the towering figure that was Three-Piece standing around 5 feet behind her, weapon raised. Two laser dots would hover on her heart and head. Appos would sigh and roll his eyes.
“Your rank does not dismiss your duties as an officer. Threatening another officer is an easily punished offense, and we would have been fully justified in executing you if you hadn’t lowered your weapon. I may be a lieutanant, but that is only in rank. I have served the Continuum since birth, just as you have. The difference is that I have fought in several planetary wars, which Lemun squad and I helped to succeed. Lemun squad is a single entity. Lemun squad, sound off and lower weapons”
“Roger”
“Roger”
“Roger”
All three MELON Troopers would immediately lower their weapons.
“I have connections you could only dream of” He would turn his gaze to the Saiyans. “Pull something like that again, and your rank will be stripped, and that nice body of yours liquefied” He would return his gaze back to Payapa. “Ma’am”
Appos would snap and click his tongue, Three-Piece would toss him the det pad.
“Next time you have an order or suggestion, do it informed and without threats. And we will have no issues” He would lift up the Det Pad and press the dud trigger, disabling all the planted explosives. Appos would toss the Det Pad back to Three-Piece.
“If we aren’t using explosives, then I suggest a kill box. While the rest of Lemun squad is not as proficient with Long ranged weaponry, we can easily set up an ambush point towards the estimated trail of disengagement. MT-333 will relay to aim for non-vital areas to allow for up close inspection and execution. But as stated before, we are not taking prisoners. Get your info and finish them off. Or let us do it”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2019 8:20:35 GMT -5
| | APPOS & PAPAYA TAG | OUTFIT modified tuffle uniform | WORDS 301 / 1057 | NOTES n/a |
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he yawned, patting a hand to her mouth during Appos' lecture. It wasn't meant as a show of disrespect. Only that the words spilling forth from his mouth sounded so textbook, it reminded her of her early training as a soldier. Training that often saw her nodding off and falling asleep. "Whatever... just do it," was her curt reply. What did she care about connections? Appos could name drop all he pleased, spew all the anecdotes he wished. The fact remained that she was one of the most lethal operatives the Tuffles had. While the semi-monkey buffoons barreled about on the battlefield, her face was the last thing many of those Saiyan commanders saw. She had procured much vital information for Tuffle High Command, and lavished in the praise of the Director himself. It would be Appos's word, and his buffoon of a squad, against her own. No matter how tough they were, Panzer Rush would put them down in a matter of minutes. But it was hardly worth the effort. Besides, she liked Appos. Just the sort of stick-up-the-butt stickler she missed being around, only checking in with High Command once every six months. Could she not have her fun? Steel rasped against oiled leather as she drew her trench knife from its scabbard at her thigh. Her delicate fingers twisted it about with surprising dexterity before it settled into her tight grip. "You expect you've been fully briefed. But I have my own mission. And it's on a need-to-know basis. Take them down, I'll get what the Director asked me to, and finish them off myself. You see, Lieutenant?" She gave him a twisted smirk. "You're not the only favorite plaything around here." With that, she stepped into the treeline to conceal herself until it was time to strike. ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY |
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