audio | un: carolina | team locked to alpha + beta

[leaderboards]

Alright, everybody, listen up! Beta's on their way out and we need to move.

Alpha, I need you all to wreck what you can. Make it loud, make it messy, try not to kill any teammates in the process. [ which is to say, if you're going to blow up anything (and she really hope you will) make sure none of your friends are nearby. ] Beta, I don't care which one of you has the relic, but if you clump together and the Trilk get it back, mission failure's all on you. Everyone's running decoy and distraction here. We need it. We'll rendezvous in the shaded valley due south and if you're not there in half an hour, we're leaving you.

[ unless it's the poor sap with the relic, or someone manages to coax a few more minutes of sympathy into her. her voice doesn't give much room for it right now, but she just wants to get everyone moving to safety asap. ]

Got it? Thirty minutes starting now. Sync.

( ooc: take place immediately after this is successful. tagging free for all, threadjack away unless someone marks a private thread. )

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[doxing]

(a gift, for her? carolina shouldn't have. but the moment she drops, meets the feks eyes with a low stare, it takes her less than a second to eject a clip and slam one back into the butt of her gun. then it's just a happy corpse to join the rest of them, some dying gurgle she can't slow down to pay attention to, spinning back to her teammate with an aim across her nose.

a loping trilk, larger than the fek she downed, clicks whatever constitutes a tongue, that colourful blood spattering impressive armour — and sombra wishes they didn't have to kill it. if everything could just run smoothly without too much death, the mission would be considered more of a success for her.

but with a lift of a brow at carolina, leaning forward into a run to her side, she's avoiding its swing of a hard light energy shield with a duck,) I don't think it likes us very much, hahaha!

[leaderboards]

You know- [ it's conversational, far more than it has any right to be in a situation like this. but with sombra at her side, she doesn't need to watch out for the other woman in front of her and carolina has a second or two to think. ] - I don't really like it either.

[ so she reacts: a plasma shot to the ground to stir up dirt. clunky debris near one foot to kick up between the trilk and its shield to trip it up. a dart forward with a kick that spins her on one foot to catch the creature in the side while it's already off guard.

it lands on one side and carolina has her gun pointed at it again but first- ] Sombra! The shield.

[doxing]

I'm on it.

(it's latched onto with pink threads, sombra's arm thrown out in the beast's direction, mere moments after she speaks. it's easy to move with someone who knows what they're doing, feeling a familiar vibe with reaper when they're taking enemies down back-to-back, an honest-to-god team when it really comes down to it.

a sprint forward to keep contact with it when it bellows angrily, pushing her limits with a sharp breath and a narrowing of an eye. repeated use is giving her a killer migraine, but that all comes with the territory.

the hard-light shield flickers, glitches hard when a purple skull springs up before it like a shield of its own, and dies after being commandeered in seconds.)

Tear it up, Capitán!

[leaderboards]

[ carolina doesn't go easily on the trillk. its still moving after the first shot from the plasma gun, so she fires off three more. the alien is smoking from a hole in its side when it finally drops, but carolina's at the ready a few beats longer.

the thing doesn't move again, so she turns back to sombra with an upward nod of her head. ]

I have no idea how that works, but thank you.

[doxing]

Hey, don't worry about it. Magicians never reveal their secrets!

(a short jaunt over, huffing and puffing. she's in impeccable shape, but sometimes you eat one too many doritos and throw off your whole regime.)

Those were some pre-tty nice moves, you wanna tell me more about your training?

[leaderboards]

UNSC. [ the tilt of her head gives away carolina sweeping the area around them before her attention settles back on sombra. ]

Started off with humanity's unified military training, then I wound up getting recruited into an experimental program. Our director trained us hard, but it always paid off in combat. Wash and Maine were my teammates there; it's why they're almost as good as I am.

[ but with slightly less ego, too. ]

[doxing]

(chuckling at the response, tilting in the direction of their teammates. god, she wants that hot bath now.)

Look at you, a decorated veteran. I trained with Red Bull and a family-sized bag of Doritos. (not much in the way of military training, but she adds her own flare to what she can keep up with — she's well aware her main skill lies well-protected inside her head.)

You've got a cute family, here. Washington and Maine are pretty interesting... Especially that Maine, I don't think he likes me.

[leaderboards]

[ decorated isn't the word, considering the clusterfuck that was project freelancer, but those are semantics carolina's not getting into. morality has no place on this mission. ]

Maine is... He's been through a lot. [ said casually, as if the three of them aren't walking mounds of heavily armoured ptsd. ] And he's never taken well to new teammates, so don't take it personally. Wash is the only one he really likes.