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

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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On my way!

[ carolina's glad she wasn't in the way of that emp blast, for the sake of her armour, but she's still going to be in the thick of it soon enough. kicking in her own speed enhancement, she's to sombra's right a few seconds later, using a jump kick at the side of one the feks to stop herself and send it toppling into the pair of trilks behind it. she has a piece of pipe from one of the guard posts in one hand, wielding it like one would a sword or a stun weapon. while the three aliens in front of her need a moment to regroup, she has plenty of time to shove the broken end of the pipe through the eye of the fek, using it to pin it down while she aims a hard kick to break its neck.

a little gory, but she's saving ammo. or she's lost her guns. one of the two. ]

(she sure fights like the best, that's for sure. sombra can tell her she's impressed later, but right now she's finally getting the chance to cash in the dance she asked for in the store weeks prior — and she'd kick herself as a wasted opportunity. there's a smirk at the memory, the twisted arm, watching the blood spatter starkly against turquoise.

enough self-indulgent staring, there's work to do, arm whipping up to literally hack into an approaching trilk's weapon with the threads of neon pixels she used to take down the defence array; she has seconds to smash the butt of her gun into its face with a brief grimace at the recoil on her wrist. and a little extra time to take it down when its own plasma rifle comes back online and it forced under the chin of its helmet with the sound of discharge and a paint streak of red across the ground.

heel jacking up from its chest, a twirl to raise the plasma rifle and her automatic up in a mockery of an earth-partner's careless move, sombra guns a fek approaching from carolina's six. the other meets a toasty end with a mouthful of energy.)

Y'know, we make an alright team, Carolina. (a wink in her direction, eccentrically waving the guns away from the bodies of their fallen targets with a harsh breath of a laugh,) Too bad ya don't like me!

[ even if sombra's lived up to her ego so far, carolina wasn't expecting her to be so fluid in battle. she manages to look elegant, something carolina can appreciate when her usual team is more brute strength than grace and style. sombra is dainty in comparison but certainly capable. ]

Yeah, too bad. [ even if that's more and more likely to change the longer they know one another. already, she sounds like she might be a little fond. or at least amused.

of course, adrenaline might have something to do with that, when she can focus on fighting instead of leading people that aren't all up to her standards. she aggressively dispatches the aliens closest to her, getting a little bit more anger out of her system before she pauses to jam her foot under the weapon's harness of one of the dead ones that sombra hasn't disarmed yet, freeing the gun and then kicking it up into her own outstretched hand. she turns to say something else to sombra, only to catch another trilk getting to its feet behind her. ]

Head's up!

[ the warning is just so sombra knows why carolina is aiming just to the left of her. carolina doesn't need her to move to make her shot, the plasma bolt narrowly missing the other woman and catching the alien behind her squarely in the face. ]

(a jerk of her body to the right when the plasma shot comes, reaction time quick, but she feels the heat of the energy on her arm and tsks. at least the thing drops dead, deserving it for choosing such a dirty method with which to play with her. should've come at her from the front, like the rest of the bodies.)

Wooow, aim a little more to the right next time, I think you missed your real target! (a jovial laugh that shakes her shoulders, turning her head to look down at the gently smoking alien.)

Damn, that's gross. I've seen red and black blood, but this is another colour to add to the list. I need a shower. (BITCHES.)

Aliens can be colourful bastards. [ in any universe, apparently. these aren't covenant, but she hates them no less.

carolina raises the gun, resting it against her shoulder as she tilts her head to do a visual check on their immediate surroundings. a few fek are on the way, but they don't have long distance weapons. they've got a few seconds, long enough for carolina to look back to sombra and jerk her head that way. ]

You want to handle those with me?

You know I do, Carolina.

(the easiest and quickest reply, eyeing the feks with a roll of her shoulders. time to get busy... or busier. they've already taken down one squad, so another shouldn't be so bad.)

If you always ask for things like that, people might be more inclined to listen to ya.

(a pluck of a device from her hip, turning into an almost lazy throw far over the heads of the confused aliens. and she offers her team leader a wink before disappearing. only to reappear immediately in a flash of pink light, gun lowered to aim at a couple of helmeted skulls — no way they're getting out of this one, the feks squawking their surprise before her machine pistol flares.)

[ that is... quite the trick. it distracts her, trying to figure out if it's a time distortion unit or something else entirely, because whatever it is, she's got tech envy. at least she's pulled out of it with the sounds of sombra's gun, lining up her stolen plasma weapon to take out one alien trying to come around sombra's side before sprinting forward to help out in a more intimate way.

- which is to say that the plasma shots do some of the work, but carolina also winds up sending a fek to sombra's feet with a hard kick. a gift for her to finish off, naturally. it's how she integrates people into her fights, accepts them as her team, even if only for now. not that she's going to say that, of course. ]

Have that one.

[ maybe it's just easier for carolina not to bother shooting that particular alien. yeah, right. ]

(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!

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.

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!

[ 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.

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?

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. ]

(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.

[ 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.

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

action now ig

YOU RIGHT sorry this is so late, UGH

no worries!!!

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