Into The Breach

[Pale Rider]

The Marines of the Devil Dawgs examined the ECS-71 WAYFARER
Long-Range Stealth Courier / Scout Vessel (2120). It had been modified for long term missions and was well supplied with 3 drop ships one being the UD-4L Phantom a Tactical Stealth Drop Ship.

After spending time getting to better understand, if that can be truly done in a short time period, the Devil Dawgs and Echo Squad took their respective Drop Ships and landed in a crater that was prominent on the surface.

The meteorite’s surface was a jagged plateau of scorched stone and fused metal, drifting in silence as the dropship settled onto its uneven skin. Thrusters flared and then eased, kicking up clouds of glittering dust that rolled away into open space. Ahead of the landing site, a vast crater split the meteorite’s surface—its edges sharp and glassed from impact.

Within the crater lay the remains of a crashed spacecraft, broken open like a carcass. Hull plates were half-melted into the rock, support struts bent inward, and fragments of an engine bell protruded from the crater wall, frozen in the moment of destruction. The wreck had not fallen onto the meteorite—it had struck it, hard, gouging deep before dying.

The ramp dropped with a muted clang. No wind stirred the debris. No sound carried beyond the ship’s hull. The meteorite held everything in stillness, a grave of stone and twisted metal, waiting for the living to step onto its surface and disturb what had been buried there since the impact.

<Tag Devil Dawgs>

[Corporal Hicks]

Hooper gritted his teeth and gripped his rifle. The time had come for the real work. He was ready, if not enthusiastic. As the ramp dropped, he stepped out onto the surface of the meteorite. His eyes turned left and right, watching for threats and looking for anything notable.

*Roll awareness

[LT_Chun]

Henniger stepped out onto the crystalline, craggy surface behind his point man.

He swung his motion tracker up to let it hang across his armor's abdominal section. His comm system was tapped into its broadcast profile so he could hear its alerts in vacuum.

<roll tracker>

"All right Cerberus," he voxed the squad. "Eyes peeled move in staggered line towards the first waypoint."

He tapped a keyboard built into his suits forearm and sent the waypoint beacon to the HUDs of every one of his Marines.

"Smartgun," he commed Alvarez over the squad net, "stick close to Hooper on point. Hooper, eat dirt if you need the gun support."

<tag Cerberus>

"Cerberus moving to CP1," he voxed the lieutenant and sergeant major.

[Corporal Hicks]

"Hooper, copy," he said quietly, keeping his verbal input to a minimum. He felt the presence of the smartgunner close behind him, though he couldn't hear much of anything except the communications in his ear.

[eyeball]

The helmets made all the comms sound echo like and a little laggy but they still came through clear enough.

Cerberus sqaud started making its beeline straight to the first way point.
Paulson opened a chanel to Fenrir "form up on right flank watch your spacing, someone sweep with motion sensor. verbal awknowledge please"
he began to make his own way to the right side of Cerberus's formation making sure he was listening for the rest of his team to reply and then move.

<tag Fenrir>

[SpectralDragon87]

"Alvarez, Copy. Locked and loaded."
Marcella got in position eyes constantly scanning

[LT_Chun]

"Contact," Henniger hissed as he brought his carbine up to follow his eyes with its scuffed barrel. "Hold it," he glanced at the tracker as it shrieked in his earpiece.
"Single contact closing like a motherfucker dead ahead."

<tag Cerberus>

He watched the tracker screen and tensed for a fight with an unknown assailant, moving impossibly fast right at his pointman. Then, right when whatever it was got itself within fifty meters, where they should have been able to see it even against the black and grey asteroid and the blackness of the void, it vanished from the screen.

"What the fuck?" He said then realized that wasn't a valid status update for his squad.

"Off the scope guys," he grabbed the tracker with his offhand and shook it. Nothing, not a peep. "Diamond formation, Alvarez Noon, Hooper Nine, Skirata watch our Six." He was already moving to get abreast of Hooper and strongpoint as best as possible. If it was a malfunction, they could move right out, if it wasn't, they had a nice security gait going.

<tag Cerberus>

He toggled All Hands. "Sir, Cerberus, had a fast moving single contact coming right for my element, then vanished as it broke fifty meters to my Twelve." He got into position and flipped his visit filter through the spectrums. "Seeking visual now."

<tag Command/all roll perception-tech aided)

[LT_Chun]

After a brief halt and a restart of the motion tracker, Henniger voxed his Marines. Behind their security halt formation and off center, was a large blast door built seamlessly into the craggy features of the asteroid.

"Blast door," he pointed the door out as he spoke some twenty meters distant. "Two on each side, let's hold up there and get it open."

The squad moved quickly and paired off, slamming armor pauldrons into the metal with distant sounds of clak! felt rather than heard through their environmentally controlled kits.

"Command, Cerberus has reached a large blast door, setting up to breach."

<tag Command>

He slapped Hooper on the shoulder plate. "Time to shine kid," he pointed at an inlaid outline of what was once a panel. Henniger pulled his ancient K-Bar from its sheath and pried the panel loose, then turned to pull security, leaving his Marine to attempt a soft breach.

<tag Hooper/Cerberus, roll reactive gun combat if necessary>

[Pale Rider]

"Anubis copies! Continue forward. If aid is needed we can send Echo Squad."

<Tag Henniger>

[LT_Chun]

Henniger nodded to himself. "Check Command," he considered his next words. "Amy chance the old school Marines have any intel for us?" The last was sent privately and directly to the sergeant major.

<tag Sykes>

[SpectralDragon87]

A bead of sweat ran down the side of Alvarez's face as Beav approached the blast door.
"I got your six Beav, if I yell down get flat fast." She readjusts her grip on her gun ready to see how she performs in combat.

<Tag Hooper>

[Pale Rider]

"Echo Squad has no more intel then we do."

<Tag Henniger>

[LT_Chun]

"Cerberus good copy." Henniger replied.

"No idea what's behind this door, make sure you're ready for anything when it's open." He said over the squad circuit.

[eyeball]

Fenrir Sqaud moved up and formed up two extra on each side of the door. Paulson kept his motion sensor up and on a constant sweep as the other team tried to bypass the lock either by electronic or cutting although he doubted they could do the latter.
<roll motion tracker>
His team remained quiet and composed probably nerverse from the slightly strange space walking environment they had trained for many but it was just one of those things that didn't happen as much as ship board or planet side misions.

[eyeball]

looking down at the motion scanner two contacts became visible behind them closing on thier position.