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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/23/2017 4:13:57 PM
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"Once they punched through our defenses, I figure they'd look everywhere but the cafeteria. So I came down here, grabbed whoever I passed by and boarded up the doors with these cafeterias tables."
"One or two of the bastards showed up, but the door was blocked off so they left."
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As Sergeant Thompson told his story, Cylus whispered into the comms. "This sound right to you guys?" When Thompson finished, Cylus nodded. "Well, I'm glad you guys got down here safely. How long have you been barricaded in here?" he asks
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"Since the invasion. Four Days Or so ago. Dunno, we don't have any clocks down here so it's hard to tell how long has passed." The Sargeant stated
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"Well at least you had plenty of food." Cylus says with a nod to the counters. "But since then, no activity?"
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"No. No activity down here, but we heard [i]something[/i] yesterday. Maybe pirates or something. Not entirely sure."
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"I encountered a few grunts, but nothing more than that. The pirates must be elsewhere at the moment." Cylus replies. He looks around at the other people in the room
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Various men and women were sitting around the cafeteria with two at each of the four doors that led out of the cafeteria. Each room had two or three tables stacked up against it, making it harder to get in "Five of them I'm assuming?" The Sargeant asked, looking around
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"Yeah, they had been going through some panels in the security room... They had also been interrogating some of your men. How did you know?"
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"We heard footsteps, Blake over there said it was four or five. So I went with the latter." One of the grunts waved at the sound of his name
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"Well, they're dead now. The didn't seem like what Helldivers are usually depicted as, so maybe they were just low level scouts." Cylus says. "They seem to check out guys, I think it is safe to come in." he says into his comms.
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"Check out?" Thompson asked, looking out the door as the 6-4 and Marker's group came in "Sargeant." Marker said with a nod, extending his hand to Cylus "Lieutenant Colonel?" The Sargeant asked, shaking Marker's hand "Your rescue team."
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"Yeah. Sergeant Thompson, we're here to get you guys out. I just had to make sure..." he says, nodding as the rest of the team filed in.
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"I get that. We're ready for extraction, just need to go get Sheila now." Thompson said
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"Well, let's be off then. Shall we?" Cylus says, leaning on the doorway
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Marker raised his rifle, turning and walked into the hallway "Gear up! We're getting out of here guys!" Thompson yelled to his troops that walked over, filing out
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Cylus took point and began ascending the staircase, the others in suit. "Where's our Evac?" he asks Marker
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"Landing Pads. We're going out the way the 6-4 came in." Marker said, jogging past Cylus as he went up the stairs and continuing upwards "Get them out of here. I'm going after Sheila."
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"Good luck out there." Cylus says. He pats Marker on the back before they go their separate ways. "You heard the man, lets get out of here." he says. When they reached the first floor, he opened the door and looked around. "Gates, you know the way?"
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"Yeah. Here I'll take point." Gates moved up past the group and came to the front, motioning for Cylus to open the door
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Cylus leaned against the door, his hand with the knife on the handle. On my mark... "1...2...3!" he said, pushing the door open and pointing his gun into the room
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It opened up into a hallway, mostly empty save for the bodies of grunts "We cleared this floor already." Gates whispered, moving into the hallway and moving towards the exit
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"Ah, well lead the way. I've got your 6, just in case." He says, following Gates down the hall.
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The group was behind as Gates led to a rather large opened up area with the large gates of outpost blown open. Two machine guns pointed at doorway, the guns unmanned... Various more Militia troops were throughout the opened area and Gates led the group through the torn open doorway back into the rain "Davis, take the first dropship." "Understood commander." Davis said, gathering up six of the grunts that were downstairs and entering the rain. The dropship launched off and a second ship landed in place of the first. "Droz, take this one." "On it." Droz said, gathering up another 6 troops and running towards the new dropship. It launched off and a third landed "Bear" The final members of the cafeteria group ran out into the rain and it lifted off Gates looked back at Cylus, taking a knee. "It'll be a few minutes before they return to the planet's surface, keep your eyes peeled."
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"Got it." Cylus says. "I hope Marker and Sheila are fine in there, but if anyone here can handle themselves, it's probably him." He looks out into the rain and scans the area, watching for any sudden movement.
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"Marker?" Gates said out loud, looking towards the staircase "Yeah! It's me." Marker appeared down the hallway, his arm around Sheila. Charlie and Victor jogged over, helping him with the woman "Dropship inb-" Gates was cut off by the sounds of gunfire and Marker dove to the ground
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"#@×&!" Cylus cursed aloud as he dove for cover. "Q! Where are they? How many!?" he shouts. [quote]*Scanning.*[/quote] Getting up to peek over his cover, he sees figures creeping through the shadows. "Call off the dropship until we have the situation handled!" he calls.
