MARS Deserts of Mars

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  1. Karen Ashoka

    Karen Ashoka Pilot on the MCRN Atrax

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    "Whoa, you're going to Earth? Alright then...You must be special if they let a duster down their well, I guess...go see the Ocean for me whilst you're there eh? Have a good one buddy, I'll see you 'round I guess." She hefted her flight helmet up onto her elbow, her forearm sticking out its front and walked off towards the Atrax.

    The craft was emitting a deep bassy hum, steam and gasses poured from its vents and as she approached the overhead floodlights turned on, bathing the vessel in bright light. It's two massive vertical stabilisers loomed over her as she walked around it to the back and inspected its engines. Two rectangular scramjet engines, angled downwards for vertical takeoff and landing sat motionless, betraying the power they would soon unleash, and arrayed around them, the eight half dome's of the micro-epstein the ship had been outfitted with, she imagined if they had been allowed to even exist there, cobwebs would soon be forming around them through disuse...at least for now.

    Walking underneath the vessel towards it's nose, she raised her hand and slid her fingers along the craft's underside, feeling the vibrations and the raw power contained within, a small smile playing across her face. As she neared the front of the craft she keyed a button on the inside of her helmet and with a pneumatic hiss, the cockpit descended out of the bottom of the craft, a large crash couch sat waiting to accept her.

    Climbing into the couch she had the soft gel of the seat allow her to sink several centimetres into it before forming to her body and creating a soft cushion, protecting her from the brutal g-forces that were to come. Lifting up her helmet she pulled it over her head and locked it into position around her neck, the heads up display inside it coming to life and giving her real time readouts of her location, flight path, vital signs and local air traffic control. A warning flashed in the TC zone, focussing on it with her pupils she blinked to open the information package. Her take off had been delayed by several minutes as a freighter that was resupplying at MCRB Persephone was scheduled to lift-off any moment now. Keying the button in her helmet again, the crash couch began moving again with a whine, lifting her up and inside the cockpit, which illuminated around her. The inside of the Atrax was not built for aesthetics, it was mostly monitors and readouts, the inner walls of the cockpit suddenly turned a bright white before displaying a 360 degree view of the outside of the vessel, letting her view everything around her in real time. This was the true beauty of the system, when in the sky she felt like she was in a supersonic crash couch, thundering across the deserts.

    A sound like a thunderclap accompanied by a loud rumble signalled the departure of the freighter up into orbit, followed almost immediately by yellow flashing lights and sirens in the hangar. "Depressurisation warning, all hangar crew please put on your respirators." An automated voice called out, telling the hangar's occupants what they knew by second nature by now. The huge doors at the front of the hangar parted, and pushing forward on the stick, Karen guided the Atrax out onto the tarmac. As she left the darkness of the hangar, the brilliant light of Sol lit up the fully enclosed cabin, Karen swore she almost felt the heat of the light, even though the cabin was completely climate controlled. To her left, a column of white clouds reached from the surface up into the heavens, the drive exhaust of the recent freighter launch.

    "Persephone TC this is Echo-four-niner, requesting clearance for takeoff."

    "Echo-four-niner you are cleared for runway four."

    Karen guided the Atrax out through the base, many of the Martians carrying out their daily duties paused for a moment to watch the sleek, aggressive fighter roll past the. Coming to a halt at the head of runway four, Karen went through a quick pre-flight.

    "Echo-four-niner you are cleared for takeoff." Fixing her eyes on the horizon, Karen gunned the accelerator. She was immediately sucked back into her crash couch as the roar of the engined dominated her reality. The runway was quickly disappearing and just like hundreds of times before, she gently pulled back on the stick and and vibrations and rattling of the craft on the runway subsided as it lifted off into the Martian sky.

    "Cleared the runway, starting patrol route delta-echo-north-two-eight-delta” she replied. “Persephone TC acknowledges, see you in 30 hours Nomad, over and out.” The Atrax shot off over the horizon heading for the Sharonov Crater, a white-blue contrail bisecting the sky in its wake.
     
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  2. Rajendra Vaikar

    Rajendra Vaikar Martian Marine

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    In close to the terraforming plant it made sense to put out constant foot patrols to look for breaks in the sensors, any sign of activity in close. It would usually turn out to be the prelude to sabotage or trespassing. For further out they had the vehicles, it was standard operating procedure for anything more than a kilometre or two out from the base. The landscape was hell on the vehicles though, even for ones specially designed for Mars. They seemed to spend half their time in the garage while the mechanics and grease monkeys worked on them to ensure they were working order. If Earth landed ground forces they'd be bogged down within the first week. It was a constant battle, like trying to brush back the tide.

    He winced at the transmission, bemoaning the lack of protocol. "Copy that, it's appreciated. Patrol Kilo Five has nothing to report so far." Raj had the usual combat soldier's disdain for the rear echelon. After several months pirate hunting throughout the Belt, it was hard to display much enthusiasm when back planetside on Mars.

    "Corporal". It was Ahand who'd spotted it. Raj came forward to see what he was on about. "Well now we know why it's not responding" he said, a grim tone to his voice. The sensor had been cannibalised for parts, it wasn't storm damage. Someone had deliberately tinkered with it and removed some components. "Nowak, Lopez, fan out" his hand made a chopping motion to indicate where while his HUD pinged a nav marker for them. "Kilo Five to repair team. We have a possible security breach. Just keep your eyes open while we check it out". No point scrambling the QRF for what could turn out to be a false alarm.

    "Fifty metre spread, let's take this slow"

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  3. Naomi Wu

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    Setting her equipment down by the rover as the sand gently rolled over the dunes, she perked up hearing Rad over the radio. She motioned with hand signals to the other mechanics to continue, as she stood up, listening to his warning.

    "Affirmative Kilo-Five, we'll watch out for any danger." She'd walk over to one of the mechanics idling, waiting for a task.

    " @Erich Hunter , get on top of the Rover, keep watch, 'kay?" She says, in a quite friendly tone.

    Stepping into the Rover, she was sure Erich would follow orders, and get on top in a timely fashion. She searched around before pulling out a DMR and tossing it up to him.

    "Here you are!" She shouts up.
     
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  4. Erich Hunter

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    Erich watched as the ship in front of him slowly began to rise, he waved his hand giving a farewell before turning back to finish up the last of the data-work. It was his last ship to finish check ups on and perhaps now Erich mused he could find himself a quite room to take a nap and enjoy some tea. Before he could even submit his report a call erupted from his comm device, Erich bemused to find it was Command and quickly answered.

    "Sir?" Erich answered.

    "Hunter, you're being reassigned and no buts alright. I'm forwarding you the meeting point and get there on the double,"

    Erich visibly sighed heavily, knowing it could be heard on the other line, "Aye Sir, over and out."

    Even though he had already paid his dues, Erich knew he wasn't above certain assignments and tasks. It was his duty regardless of how many times he tried to avoid them entirely. I mean, this isn't too unlucky for me, Erich looked at his new assignment, joining a small group of Engineers to help out with repairs out in the desert, he grabbed his oxygen tank and mask. His bag already firmly slung across his back as he moved towards a different hanger. His transport was already waiting for him, along for a few others, to take him to his new assignment. I'm going to miss the sand free hanger. . .

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    The vast desert of Mars always gave Erich slight pause, his eyes scanning through his goggles, of just how stubborn his people were to choose live here. And thrive Erich mused, as there was a certain pride in his heart that he was born from parents just as tough as this planet. Keeping himself busy with his own handheld computer device, Erich kept to himself during the drive until he felt their rover slow to halt.

    Stepping outside he stretched out his arms, patting down his jacket that covered his own body armor as he turned his head around to catch an order issued to him. Without saying a word, only a nod, he quickly scaled up their rover and readied himself with his own binoculars.

    "Here you are!" @Naomi Wu called out to him. Erich barely catching the weapon before readjusting himself to better hold his weapon.

    "I doubt this will be needed," Erich remarked as he made sure the safety was turned on,. He had gone through basic training much like everybody else but Erich never really considered himself a crack shot. "But you never know," Erich added.
     
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  5. The Nomads

    The Nomads The wind is rising...

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    Near Terraforming Plant Alpha 3
    Acidalia Planitia

    The sand shifted on the dune, running in multiple rivulets down the windscreen of the ATV, the vehicle itself creaking and groaning under the many tonnes of the stuff heaped on top of it, the sands had hidden them for this long, the driver hoped it didn't betray them now. Hiding themselves among the dunes was a tactic used for many generations, their vehicles could withstand it, but the sand was a fickle ally, one change in the wind, a vibration from a far away source, it could mean their cover was blown and they would most likely be dead.

    They had been out scavenging for parts along the city-peoples border, in the shadow of the great pyramidal factory they had been building for the last decade that now belched out this dark clouds that stained the sky, the driver didn't know it was greenhouse gases and oxygen, only that it made the summers longer and the winters bearable. For that, they avoided it. There was once talk of attacking the facility and the many others like it along the city-people's border, but after it had grown apparent it was not a threat, they had moved on.

    Still, many materials, vehicles and pre-fab shelters had been left in the wake of their construction and this provided valuable salvage for the driver and his tribe. Many of them were waiting several days drive from him, in a deep canyon network the city-people never traveled to, save for their aircraft that soared high overhead from time to time, even those would not spot their settlement, built into the walls of the narrow crevasses. He had found some useful stuff, transmitters, a laser, several power cells, several crates of building materials and even a crate of old weapons. They had been loading their haul into the back of the ATV when they felt the sands shift underneath them, and the distance rumble of the city-people's vehicles. The drivers younger sister had crawled to the top of the dune they were sheltering behind and spotted a large six wheeled rover, the letters MCR stamped on its side. It had slowed near where they were scavenging and briefly rendezvous with a squad of soldiers who appeared to be patrolling nearby, it then continued on a way and came to half near a half buried piece of machinery, the rear door swung open and the rover's occupants started repairing automaton, which happened to be their next target until they had to hide themselves.

    Now they waited, they had hidden themselves under the sands of the great dunes and listened to the sound of the city-people working, patrolling.

    "This is taking too long. We need to get out of here," a hushed voice came from the cramped cargo hold, "they don't even know we're here."
    "That is a good thing. The longer we remain hidden, our chances of leaving alive increase. Hush now, not long."

    Voices, shouting. The proximity sensor on the dashboard began to blink. The squad of marines was approaching their dune, if they began climbing it it would destabilise their camouflage and reveal them. They had to make a move. They also had the advantage of both numbers and surprise.

    "Vic, take Tomo and Garkhan and crawl out the under-hatch, get to the far end of the dune. If they look like they will spot us, distract them."

    "Distract them?" A voice seethed from the darkness, "How? They'll kill us."

    "They've left their rover undefended, lob a charge at it, that will keep them away. Pon, take your sisters and head for the other end of the dune and take up firing positions, if they attack, do not shoot to kill, just wound. Once you have disabled at least half of them let me know and I will come and pick you up."

    "Okay, we are going now."

    Six figures clad in heavy cloth and full face breathing masks clambered down into the guts of their vehicle, the high-pitched squeal of a partially greased hinge echoed through the cabin, the sound fo shuffling, another squeal and then silence.

    Outside the six figures split up and crawled on their bellies along the base of the dune. It was a ragged thing, not smooth and beautiful like out in the far desert, but cracked, almost hardened in some places and in others, flowing almost like water. They moved along, until they reached its end, and crouched behind a small mound of sand. They could see the rover now, its six gargantuan wheels, its yellow hull and the letters MCR in orange on its side.

    Up on the dune the squad of soldiers continued, they had changed now, before they were moving without much purpose, patrolling without a clear goal, now they fanned out, searching. A few moved towards the crest of the dune to get to high ground. Garkhan swore. He pulled a device from his pack, a fold up catapult, crossbow hybrid. He then slotted a small charge into it and pointed it at the rover.

    The other two pulled weapons from their packs, attaching scopes loading ammunition, as silent as the night. "Tomo, quick, run for the next dune before they crest the top, they will not see you. Do not shoot until I do. If we fight, shoot and move, shoot and move again. Keep them guessing. Once the ATV makes an move to escape, we will leave with it."

    The smaller of the three nodded and sprinted off towards the next dune over. His legs carried him quickly, from a life of running on sand and dust. He covered the ground quickly, laid prone behind the crest of the next dune and set up his weapon, the barrel and scope pointing out through the sand at the soldiers, who's heads were becoming visible.

    Vic nodded at Garkhan who has been quietly winding up the catapult. He pulled a makeshift trigger and with the sound of sand against rock, lobbed the charge high up into the sky.

    It didn't hit the rover, that was not their goal, but it landed 10 metres from it and exploded with a small thunderclap. The moment it occurred the soldiers whirled around, and Vic took his shot. The silencer on his rifle made the report a whisper and a marine jerked violently and fell to the ground. He and Garhkan split up, and moved to other areas to take aim again.

    @Rajendra Vaikar , @Erich Hunter , @Naomi Wu
     
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  6. Naomi Wu

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    "Let's hope so eh!?" She shouted in response to Erich, giving a slight laugh.

    Naomi wandered around the Rover, watching the dunes, and glancing occasionally up to Erich. She was slightly unsettled by the warning that Rajendra had sent. Naomi kept on thinking in her mind that she should grab a weapon, but kept herself from doing so since she doesn't want to unease her other squad members by arming up. As the Squad-leader of the mission, it was her duty to make sure her men remained calm, and did their duties.

    Almost immediately after the thought, a loud expulsion of electricity rings off near the rover, followed by suppressed gunfire. She drops to her knee, withdraws her pistol, and quickly scans the dunes they're surrounded by.

    "Everyone, inside the Rover! Erich, what do you see!?" She shouts into her radio as she darts around the machine, and inside.

    The rest of the mechanics working on the busted rover are already inside and kitting up, grabbing rifles explosives. One of them opting in for a shield in fact. Most Rovers are equipped with a small arsenal in case anything goes wrong. Naomi holsters her pistol into her chest rig, and searches around for a gun of her own. She opts in for a SMG, taking into consideration the relatively close quarters, thinking she won't have to fire much more than a couple hundred metres.

    "Kilo-Five, this is Repair Team Twelve, we're under fire, what's your status?" She states very quickly, clearly, and with a much more serious tone than before.

    "Derek, you watch the door, Erin, you watch the cockpit, tell us if you see anyone Kale, take the shield and cover Derek." She barks the orders, before reaching to her forearm for the radio again.

    "Erich, status report!" She states again, despite having asked for one before.

    @Erich Hunter @Rajendra Vaikar
     
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  7. Erich Hunter

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    The sound of the explosion instantly signaled Erich to hit the deck, lowering his body while he held to his rifle close. His eyes went wild and scanned the area directly in front of him as he slowly adjusted the DRM into fire position. That explosion was lobbed? Erich thought, he continued to scan around before addressing @Naomi Wu "No sight on the hostiles," Erich quickly moved his line of sight to cover more the desert area surrounding them.

    Eyes carefully narrowed to spot movement, Erich couldn't be sure of the exact number but there were some rather unpleasant Martians out there. Oh come on now, Erich mused as he shifted his line of sight once more to examine their rear.

    "These hostiles aren't here to play nice, but I've got a clear sight towards our rear," Erich radioed to Naomi, he was thankful that his helmet and goggles kept his eyes and face safe enough. But I don't want to see when that's not the case anymore Erich quickly jumped back down to no longer make himself a wide target.

    "Probably lobbing explosives, poor way to hit something but our rover is large and sitting still," Erich added as he kept himself close to cover. His rifle at the ready but with very limited vision of the hostiles he felt his chances of landing a hit to be rather small for the moment.
     
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  8. Rajendra Vaikar

    Rajendra Vaikar Martian Marine

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    The shifting sand and soft whisper of the wind played hell with the senses as well as the suit sensors. Rajendra flicked the selector switch to semi automatic, moving forward slowly while his eyes flickered in a wary search. "Nothing so fa-" he was cut off by the sound of an explosion behind them. Raj dropped to one knee, his rifle stock tight against his shoulder. He swung back, rifle scanning where it had sounded.

    Ahand made a sound like a scalded cat. His status bar on Raj's HUD flashed from green to yellow, the marine crumpling to the sand. Sensors showed nothing, just the normal anomalies and the tags marking the repair team. "Suppressive fire, to our six and twelve" he barked, "Four, check Three's status."

    Raj went prone and flicked the switch to automatic. He began to fire in short methodical bursts, spacing them around him, Two copying him, just in another direction. "Repair Team Twelve, we are under fire from unknown hostiles. Direction of fire unknown. Do not, repeat do not move from the shelter of the vehicles. We'll come to you."

    He switched channel, "How's he doing Four?" "Not good corp, the armour only slowed it." "Right, let's get him to the rovers, we need cover". Raj slammed a fresh magazine in before rising. He rushed to help Four haul Ahand up, Two continuing to space their fire at random into the dunes.

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  9. Naomi Wu

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    Naomi cautiously steps up towards the back of the Rover, and peeks outside, making sure the coast is clear, before slamming her hand on the button to close the back. It takes a couple moments before before the hatch raises and shuts with a hiss.

    "Affirmative Kilo-Five. Hatch is shut, so come in through the side, we'll be waiting." She states, before looking around to her amped up crew.

    "Alright men, Kilo-Five is making their way to us, we need to be ready to scuttle the moment they arrive. These, terrorists, won't be able to penetrate the hull unless they have AP rounds. Well, if they hit us with one of those electricity bombs, we might be shut down for a bit. Regardless, we're going to be holding down the fort until Kilo-Five makes it here." She states, heading towards the cockpit, and looking out the window as well.

    "Kilo-Five, give us three before you arrive, so we can clear, and cover your arrival." She states, scanning the dunes for insurgents.

    "Sarge." Erin says, as Naomi looks over.

    "They were probably heading here to scavenge the explorer, then hid when we, and the patrol team arrived. And decided to get the jump on us, both for the Rover, and increasing their body count." She says, slightly worried from the tone in her voice.

    "That, well that sounds reasonable." Naomi can't help but give a little giggle from Erin's statement.

    "It doesn't matter why they're here though, they fired first, so shoot to kill!" She pats Erin's back in encouragement, getting up, and heading to the back of the Rover, Derek is still sitting there, weapon up aiming at the Rover's hatch. Kale is kneeling with his shield pressed against the side door to the Rover, looking out the window.

    "Erich." Naomi states, getting his attention.

    "Drop the DMR, grab either a rifle, or a shotgun, and watch the door with Kale." She says, raising the periscope, and looking out it, giving her a relatively quick 360 degree scan of the area.

    @Erich Hunter @Rajendra Vaikar
     
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  10. The Nomads

    The Nomads The wind is rising...

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    The soldiers were retreating, taking their wounded comrade with them back towards the rover. A few of the soldiers were retreating slower, shooting around them at the phantoms attacking them. He saw a puff of white smoke from the sand nearby, Pon or one of her sisters had taken a shot. They weren't hidden well enough though and the small puff cloud from their weapon firing would have now given away their position.

    Another of the soldiers who were not carrying their wounded squad-mate twitched and crumpled to the ground, he writhed there silently (too far for his screams to be heard) clutching his ankle where even at this distance, Vic could see it was badly injured. Good, the girls were listening for once and only wounding. It would slow them down, and maybe, if they did not actually kill anyone, they would be allowed to flee without being followed.

    The ground around Vic erupted, plumes of dust and sand reaching for the sky dangerously close to his body. He had been spotted, one of the soldiers was taking aim directly at him, another crouched nearby was firing above, at Tomo on the crest of the dune. How had they spotted them? They were hidden. The sound of glass shattering and a yelp, someone had been hit. Vic swore and tried to roll over and make an escape but the fire from the nearby soldier kept him there. He then heard it, a high pitched whistling and whining of a recon drone. Above him the four foot flying wing of the remote craft was circling, the bug-eye of its camera tracking him, then rotating around to watch Tomo.

    Vic swore loudly. Garkhan was nearby, winding up his lobber. He was sheltering behind a large boulder and was safe for now but the soldiers were advancing again. The wounded were been dragged and carried to the rover and the soldiers were obviously wanting to track down their assailants. Vic was starting to panic, they shouldn't even be here, why was a patrol out here anyway? Something had spooked them and they not only had a repair crew out, but a squad?

    Pain lanced up his leg, a pressure alert on his suit started to whine. Looking down he saw red welling up out of a ragged tear, not a bullet hole...but some shrapnel? Either way he was compromised...and needed to get back to their ATV. A second later he heard the telltale sound of the catapult and a moment later, another charge detonated, this time near the soldiers, the thunderclap causing a small torrent of sand to wash over Vic. Some dove for the ground, others crouched where they were and returned fire. None were hit however. Good, Garkhan was listening.

    As if sensing the situation deteriorating, the loud roar of a 800 horsepower engine echoed through the area as their ATV erupted from the sand dune in spectacular fashion. Pon and her sisters were already sprinting for it, the ground around them erupting as bullets whizzed by. One fell over, clutching their abdomen. Another stopped and dragged them to the open door of the ATV. Sensing the urgency of the situation, Vic Garkhan and Tomo all opened fire, not targeting the soldiers but trying to make them fall back at least for a moment.

    One by one the Nomads bailed into the ATV, finally Vic hauled himself up and into the cargo hold, just as the driver hit the accelerator sending them up one side of the far dune, gaining some air for a brief moment before landing on the other side and thundering off into the desert.

    He hoped they would be not pursued.
     
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  11. Erich Hunter

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    Shots continued to whiz overhead as Erich pressed himself closer to his cover as he listened to Naomi give her orders. Hardly a second later Erich moved back inside to exchange out his weapons, the rifle now settled nicely in his arms as he moved back to help cover the door with his comrade. The sound of battle continue to flare up all around them, bullets flying across with little aim now but a sudden explosion gave Erich paused.

    New sounds now entered the battle, roars of engines and tires throwing sand around gave Erich some different thoughts on their attackers. "They're running, perhaps they managed to grab what they came for, so why not call in Air Support to keep track them and see where they're headed?" Erich called out. It would be a shame to be simply let these scavengers run off without tracking them. After all, if we know where they're headed we can always go back to base and get an some more Recon Teams Erich mused of possible outcomes.

    Giving Kale a quick nod, "Sometimes I wished I stayed on as a Pilot," Erich chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. And all the dust, I can do without all the dust. Their Marine patrol now with the departure of the scavengers wouldn't have to run under fire to reach the rover.

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  12. Rajendra Vaikar

    Rajendra Vaikar Martian Marine

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    Rajendra half stumbled the last twenty yards, hauling Ahand's wounded bulk with him and Four on the other side. The last patrol member came up from behind, firing in bursts to cover the retreat. There was a loud thud as one of the marines slammed against the side of the rover, grateful for the cover it offered.

    Ahand's vital signs were anything but stable. He was the first loaded through the side hatch, right after a jab with a cocktail of painkillers. The attackers' fire seemed to intensify, Raj ducking out of habit even though he was already behind the rover. They were running. He stuck his head around the side and fired, laying eyes on them for the first time. The roar of their engine was audible even above the gunfire.

    He keyed his radio, he was close enough to use voice but the helmets might cancel out the gunfire better. Open channel, those in the immediate vicinity only. The scavengers seemed to have jammed their longer range communications, there was interference and static. "They're running" stating the bloody obvious, "We've got wounded, do we risk following?". The vastness of the desert beckoned.

    @Erich Hunter @Naomi Wu @The Nomads
     
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  13. Naomi Wu

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    Naomi violently pulls the door shut, it slamming behind her, as she raise sher SMG to the window. She taps Kale on the shoulder, pointing to the injured, and to a small door.

    "Medical is there, there's two beds you can pull out of the wall, it's small, but it'll have everything you need." She says, obviously implying that he should treat the injured.

    She looks around a bit, seeing the dust from the ATV fly up.

    "They're running."

    "...do we risk following?"

    Naomi pauses, thinking over the choices. If she lets the run, it'll guarantee the soldiers live, but the bandits will get off nearly scot free, and will be able to say they survived fighting the MCRN. If they chase, the soldiers will likely live, but life is a sultry bitch. Then again, no one fights the MCRN and gets away with it. She bows her head for a moment, before psyching herself up by nodding, and clapping her heels together enabling the magnets.

    "Of course!" She shouts, gesturing to Erich.

    "Erich, you're on the wheel!" She shouts, looking over to Rajendra.

    "Raj, get on the roof with me, make sure to enable your mag's." She says, reaching up, and opening the roof hatch.

    Naomi drops her SMG, taking an assault rifle, and switching it to semi-automatic fire. It doesn't take long for Naomi to hoist her small frame up, the armour giving her massive boosts to upper-body strength.

    @Rajendra Vaikar @Erich Hunter @The Nomads
     
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  14. Karen Ashoka

    Karen Ashoka Pilot on the MCRN Atrax

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    The Atrax roared through the sky towards the Sharonov Crater, the landmark loomed over the craggy, broken landscape, its shadows reaching far across the red dust. Karen had been flying for a couple of hours now and had not noticed the unusual uptick in activity in the Northern Exclusion Zone, not yet at least, her eyes were on another prize.

    Far below, a single dust cloud rose, kicked up by the wheels of a lone vehicle. Karen's brow furrowed, there shouldn't be anyone else out here. It was a sector kept intentionally quiet due to its proximity to the Tyche Proving Grounds. Pulling up her intelligence reports she noticed there were no auto-rover patrols scheduled, no manned ones either. No one should be out here, meaning whoever had made the un-authorised atmospheric entry the day before was still around, for some reason driving around in the desert no less. This was indeed odd behavior, and pushing forward on the controls of the Atrax, she aimed it towards the cloud, pushing the throttle up to reach it quickly.

    Whoever was driving it had obviously spotted her, it began acting erratically, no longer driving in a straight line. Karen activated a scope and zoomed in on the vehicle. On the underside of the craft, a bulbous dome descended and rotated around, following the instructions given to it by the pilot. On one side of the dome several large glass 'eyes' zoomed in, readjusted and auto focused as it tracked the target dozens of kilometers away. An ATV, clearly civilian, was powering hard across the barren landscape. The machine learning algorithms built into the camera's software automatically searched its hull for markings, noticed a small serial number printed on its side and tracked it to its source, an abandoned way station inside the Sharonov Crater. They appeared to be heading that direction as well, the incoming warcraft perhaps spooking them into returning to their den. Karen smiled, it looked like she'd be getting a bonus when she returned to base, catching smugglers was always rewarded highly, especially if these ones had managed to get through the Martian Global Defence Network without being located, targeted and destroyed.

    Flipping two switches, Karen deployed a pair of scout drones. A mechanical sound could be heard in the hold of the Atrax behind her, and out the bottom of the craft two thick, 1m square objects dropped out and plummeted to the surface. Pulling back on the stick, she regained altitude and shot off, continuing her flight path.

    Below her the two objects emitted small bursts from thrusters embedded in their corners until they were falling flat towards the surface, together they began to expand, armour plating retracted to reveal four rotor engines, surveillance camera suites and a pod of high explosive missiles on each. The rotor engines began to spin up and slow the two quadrotor drones descent until they came to an abrupt halt 20 metres above the surface of the planet. One turned its scopes to the nearby ATV that thundered across the desert and whirred off to follow it at a leisurely pace, the other focused on the base in the Sharonov Crater, tilting forward and shooting off across the desert, quickly outpacing the ATV. Both relayed their feeds back to Karen, who would soon know everything about this apparent smuggling operation.

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  15. Erich Hunter

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    Erich moved clear away from the door, allowing the rest of their comrades to move freely without Erich getting in the way. Naomi called out and Erich only smiled at his next job, "Ha ha ha," his laugh muffled through his oxygen-mask. Erich settled himself nicely into the driver's seat and gave his controls a quick once over. He relaxed himself as he felt the machine beneath him roar into life, ready to move once more but this time under Erich's direct control.

    He gave one more look behind him to see the rest of his comrades already situated and ready for their chase after these scavengers. Pressing downwards on the accelerator and the whole rover lurched forward and onward towards the fleeing ATVs. Erich would rather rely on Air Support to give him clear details of where their targets were heading but for the moment he kept the rover following the scavengers.

    Erich tried to use his comms to try to get a message back to command, "Oh that's cute, jamming us?" Erich asked to mostly himself as he kept his eyes ahead of him. He needed to catch up with the scavengers and trying to punch through their jamming signal would require a little too much of his focus. "Someone try and get a message back to Command?" Erich called out behind him, "-Our long range communications are getting scrambled so try and see if you guys can punch through." Erich added as he focused back onto his driving.

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  16. Rajendra Vaikar

    Rajendra Vaikar Martian Marine

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    Raj had enough time to help secure their casualty before the rover kicked into gear. It lurched forward but Raj had braced himself, gripping onto a bar for support. Ahand was sedated now and they'd stopped the bleeding for the moment but he'd be out of action for a while once they got him back to base.

    He moved for the comms set. The rover communications package was far more powerful than the short range comms they had built into the armour. He secured himself in the seat before testing the channels. They were filled with garbled signals and painful static. He nearly punched the set. Flickers of other transmissions came through but always faint and only for a second or less. The hostile jamming wasn't elegant, they were just spamming every channel they could access.

    He swore in Hindi. Then in Punjabi just for good luck. "No promises, but I'll see what I can do" he said, a grim expression on his face. He began to flick through channels at random, searching for a gap in the interference to sneak a message through. The bastards had even managed to get on the encrypted ones.
     
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  17. The Nomads

    The Nomads The wind is rising...

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    They had been speeding across the desert for an hour or more now, heading nowhere in-particular except north, as far from the city-peoples domes and factories and gunshots as possible. The driver's knuckles were white on the steering wheel of the AVT as it bumped and jostled over small dunes, then large ones, then ran over different sized craters. In the cargo hold Vic and Tomo tended to one of the younger girls, she was biting down hard had a strip of cloth wrapped around a bundle of electrical cabling, trying to bear the pain as the two barely-men tried to extract the bullet from her abdomen and stop the bleeding. Vic's leg was also bled, but the injury was shallow, the adrenalin from trying to save the girl allowed him to ignore it. Pon and her other sister stood nearby, their faces streaked with dust and tears as they watched on helplessly.

    The roar of the engine mostly hid the girls whimpering, but as they extracted the last shard of bullet she let out a piercing wail and passed out. Vic and Tomo slumped back against a crate of salvaged scrap breathing heavily but also starting to laugh with relief. The blood had been stopped, and the girl lay on the floor of the hold, unconscious but alive. They sat there for a long while, Pon and her sister cradling each other, Vic, Tomo and Garkhan sitting nearby processing what had happened to them. In a net nearby, their weapons were stashed, swinging wildly with the momentum of the ATV. They had stowed them in a hurry, so slowly, Vic climbed to his feet and limped over to them. With click after click he engaged the safeties of each one and then pulled his scoped rifle from the net. Slinging it around his shoulder, he grabbed hold of the rung on a nearby ladder which lead to the old turret on the roof and began the slow, painful ascent.

    Once he reached the top he unslung the rifle and collapsed into the cramped but well padded gunners chair and peered through its scope, looking out through the transparent half dome of the turrets nest. He couldn't see much through the cloud of dust rising up behind them as they hurtled across the dunes, but in the distance he spied something metallic, yellow and boxy, a second more distant cloud of dust rising behind it. He swore loudly. "What is it?" Garkhan called, his grubby face peering up the ladder. "They're following us, closing the distance rapidly. I can see their cockpit now, its the rover from before."

    Below, Vic could hear the driver swearing in his great grandparents native tongue, the engine grew louder and Vic was pulled into the gunners seat as they attempted to outrun the distant rover. It was futile though, the city-peoples vehicles were too powerful, fusion powered, six-wheeled behemoths. It wasn't long until the yellow blocky frame of the rover pulled alongside them, they attempted to accelerate further but the vehicle matched them, taking them over a large dune at such a great speed Vic, Garhkan and the others were briefly weightless as the ATV sailed through the air. The huge vehicle did the same and send out a wave of sand and dust as its huge wheels slammed back down into the desert. They were nearing the canyons...if they could hold out a little further they might be able to loose them, even call for help from the nearby tribes, but they had to keep the rover at bay for now.

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  18. Erich Hunter

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    Excitement continued to grow inside of Erich, his eyes rapidly scanning the vast deserts in front him as he steadied the controls. He remembered growing up his parents had always given Erich trouble when it came to exploring the vastness of Martian deserts, his driving never helped his case with his parents. But now Erich laughed silently as he felt the rover fly over a dune before slamming back down, throwing a large dust cloud up.

    His hands shifted the rover's direction to keep the nomads and themselves a decent few twenty meters apart. While not afraid of a single vehicle, getting surrounded by more hidden scavengers out here in the desert gave Erich some pause. His eyes looked over to keep track of scavenger's ATV trying, the scavengers trying their best to outmaneuver them.

    "I got our bandits in our sights," Erich called out through the radio to his comrades up on the roof, "-I'll try and keep us steady," he added as he kept watch between the ATV's and the desert ahead of him. Honestly what were these scavengers thinking? Erich mused, slowly the realization dawned on him that the possibility of gunning down Martians like themselves gave him slight pause.

    Unfortunate.

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  19. Naomi Wu

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    Naomi rode atop the giant machine with a little trouble, but managing quite well. She had decent balance, and it paid off here. Even if her magnetic boots kept her on top of the machine, if she slipped too much, she'd surely fall off the towering machine. She kept an eye on the malignants, and took aim with her rifle, it was tricky to get a decent shot, and regardless, she wanted to give them one more chance.

    Naomi patched herself into the Rovers speaker system, and stated...

    "Listen, you have exactly five more seconds to slow down before we begin opening fire. If you fail to do so, you will be killed, instead of imprisoned. This is your final warning! Five seconds!"

    She counted down from five while fixing up a shot. She bent her knees to help compensate the smaller bumps of the rover by bending her legs when the machine rose, and extending them when it dropped. It even helped for the dunes, by giving her a larger window and smoother transition between heights and drops.

    "Four!" She let out, raising her scope.

    "Three!" She shouted, taking aim for the head of one of the passengers.

    "Two!" She placed her finger on the trigger.

    "One!" She screamed, hesitating only for a moment, hoping that they really would finally slow down.
     
  20. Rajendra Vaikar

    Rajendra Vaikar Martian Marine

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    Rajendra was worried more about the fact that they'd been out of contact with the base. The pursuit had pulled them further and further into the wilds. It was the perfect opportunity for another bandit group to bushwhack them. It was a classic tactic, lure out a patrol and then hit them from the sides while they went on the chase.

    "We shouldn't be doing this!" he yelled, "We don't have support and we're too far from the base!". Not to mention it was a long walk back if the rover suffered difficulties. The instruments weren't much help, there was too much interference. Raj reset two displays and ran a diagnostics check. His face paled as he realised the danger they were in.

    "Khamsin" he breathed.

    "There's a storm coming in, we need to find shelter now!". He'd heard the horror stories, wind fierce enough to flense skin from bone. Air filters clogged so those inside died slow deaths of suffocation. The surface of Mars was hostile enough at the best of times. During a storm it might as well be one of the circles of Hell. He'd just as rather be on the surface of Mercury.

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