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 But I Won't Fall, Attn: Molly
Molly Grimm
 Posted: Jul 29 2017, 12:43 PM
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“Grimm, didn’t stick the landing. Alive, but Frick’s ankle is broken. Getting to the hatch now.”

"Frell…" She cursed from the guard tower. Her focus was the patrol working their way around the perimeter of the fire station, she didn't see the landing. Molly turned and her sensors locked onto the two figures perched on the roof to the fire station. Picked out from the darkness and rain by her HUD, each framed in light blue. One limped across the rooftop, leaning heavily on the surroundings to stay upright. The other ran low between the atmospheric processors that purified the air pumped into the station and towards the hatch.

Molly smirked and her laugh cut across the channel. "Did—did you drop Frick?" Nothing she could do from the guard tower except watch.

"It's. Frink." Frick bit through the pain and limped along. The storm thundered overhead, brief flashes of light blinded visual sensors before adjusting to the glare. Rain lashed down, pelting her guard tower and the roof with a steady stream of rain. The patrol trudged along the stone path far below her position and her HUD painted their forms hunched beneath long coats and rain slickers light red. Molly waited for the patrol to turn the corner before sending a coded burst across the comms.

Erokam, Kiev, and the rest of the squad crested the lip of their crater moments later and made for the fire station. The troop took to a loping run, low to the ground, and crossed the distance in seconds. From her post Molly kept overwatch, borrowed rifle held ready. Half a dozen flashes popped off from below as ascension lines sailed skyward. Grapple hooks locked in, buried into rooftop and atmospheric processing units. Seconds crept by for Molly. Her jaw clenched and gripped the rifle tighter. Ascenders clipped in and sped the allies to the rooftop.

Just as the last foot whipped over the rooftop lip, the second patrol came into view. Another coded burst went out across the comms. The ropes hung slack against the side of the fire station—there hadn't been enough time to draw them in before the patrol returned. Pulling the lines now would only draw attention to the movement. Doing her best statue impression, she remained on guard as the patrol passed beneath her. Molly breathed out, letting the tension slip away on the exhale as the patrol disappeared around the corner.

Discarding the long rifle beside her kill, Molly slipped down the ladder. "Joining you. Leave me a line and pull the rest." She ordered.

The long coat billowed as she descended the guard tower's ladder, taking the rungs two at a time and dropping the last ten feet. Erokam kept watch from the rooftop as Molly clipped in and ripped up the wall. He pulled the final line once she decoupled. Grapnels still moored to the structure, the coiled bundles were ready if they needed to make a quick exit off the roof.

Molly gave a quick hand sign to secure the roof, and shouldering her carbine again, joined Rhia and Frick. The pinprick of white heat on her HUD said Rhia was busy slicing through the hatch.
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Rhia Ischoron
 Posted: Oct 3 2017, 01:56 PM
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"Did—did you drop Frick?"

Rhia grit her teeth, a small smile edging against her grimace. “Grimm, do not make me come down there and drop you too.” She threatened as she worked, the fusion cutter making rain drops steam and fizz.

It was funny, sure, but also deeply embarrassing. She had one job.

The motion at the edge of the roof caught Rhia’s eyes and she paused, watching the rest of the squad crest the wall and join them. "Joining you. Leave me a line and pull the rest."

Rhia made a confused noise, tilting her head at Kiev. Her vod shook his head. “Plan changed, we saw an opening.”

This was good. Going in as a solo operative was not ideal, especially when Frick was the lynchpin of their entire operation. He needed a proper honor guard. When Molly joined them by the hatch, Rhia had just finished with the fusion cutter. Gauntleted hand curling into a fist, she tested the microservos in her crushgaunts before digging her fingers into the still glowing cut.

The heat seared her fingers even through the gloves, but some things needed to be sacrificed at the altar of haste and silence. Muscles bulged beneath black undermesh as she peeled the hatch aside. Thank the stars it was a thinner piece, rather than a vault door type contraption.

Revealing the dark interior, Rhia poked her head down into the gap, finding the hallway empty. Handing the fusion cutter back to its owner, the baar’ur allowed the others to take point before turning to Frick, lifting his arm over her armored shoulders and hoisting him bridal style. “I will see to your ankle when we are out of the rain,” she informed him.

When the hallway was secured, Rhia stepped down into open air and dropped down out of the rain.

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Molly Grimm
 Posted: Jul 10 2018, 05:16 PM
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“Grimm, do not make me come down there and drop you too.”

She killed the mic and barked with laughter. Their treatment of Frick wasn't to be lauded. He was a skilled engineer and worked in service to the Alliance. He wasn't a combat specialist, not cut out for the work Rhia and Molly were, but he was here all the same. Despite her treatment or the jabs, Molly respected his commitment. Frick had a platoon of devils ready and willing to put down anything that got in his way.

If they got out of this with just a broken ankle, she'd be amazed. Molly accepted the truth that only one member of their squad wasn't expendable… at least until the job was done. Then they'd all be equal beneath the scythe. Rain trickled from the stolen long coat, the angles of her armor slick with water. Molly took position alongside, facing outward.

Taking a knee beside the hatch as Rhia worked the metal, she called the others in. Shadowed wraiths skulked from the perimeter and gathered. Brooding figures stood sentinel in the rain as Rhia bent aside the steel and exposed the darkness beyond. Molly pocketed the fusion cutter while keeping her carbine shouldered.

Erokam was first into the breach. Molly dropped through a beat later. Cast in a green haze of night vision, the pair worked from the entry, securing each direction. Kiev descended next, the pair of commandos flanking the corridor with carbines trained down the adjacent hallways. The darkness extended in all directions and Molly frowned beneath her helm.

"Clear. Get Frick out of the rain. She didn't like their precious cargo languishing in Bakura's shitty weather. Last thing they needed was him catching a cold.
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Rhia Ischoron
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Rhia landed with a soft thump that was barely audible above the ambient rainfall. Frick winced at the impact, but stifled the sound with one hand, wide eyes flickering around their new surroundings. The Mandalorian stepped away from the opening and out of the pattering rain to gently set Frick down against one smooth wall.

As Rhia set down his weight, she exhaled. They were not safe by any means, but being out in the open was a special kind of tension. Here, at least, they had some cover and the rest of the squad did not seem alarmed. She placed one gloved hand gingerly on Frick’s ankle and again he stifled a sound of pain.

“Can you move it at all?”

He tried and was successful without too much difficulty. So it wasn't broken. Perhaps it was simply a sprain. Unfortunately, there was no way they could sit and rest, meaning it would get progressively worse and he would eventually be immobilized. They’d be in some deep shavit then. If one of them was always helping Frick along, that was one less pair of hands free for fighting. Stars kriff it all, she’d really let this one go pear-shaped. She needed to do what she could to fix it.

Reaching into a thigh satchel, she pulled out a capped syringe, preloaded with bacta and pain killers. “We need to keep moving,” she instructed, “But when you can, keep your weight off of it.”

“Right.” He said, knuckles going white as she slipped the needle into his flesh and bore down on the plunger.

“I will be near.” She went on, “If you must lean on me, do so. I would prefer it if you were to hide when we meet the enemy, but if you cannot, then stay behind me.”

Her thoughts aligned with Molly’s. Every member of the squad but one was expendable. She helped that member to his feet and gave Molly the ‘ok’ hand gesture.

“Any other injuries?” She said over the comms to the squad. “Self-inflicted or otherwise?”
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