Battlefield Mobius (STH RP)

"... You're not telling me we're splitting up already, are you?" He was annoyed by this. Then again, there wasn't really any love between them in the first place.

"I can't leave my sister here..." She whined.

"I told you, I'll carry her if you don't have the guts to!" He trusted his own strength to be able to carry himself with another person down.

"Stop fighting,you two!" Lucia tried to break up the fight. "I'll try to stand.."

Messilita just went: :/

Doraaz waited for Lucia.

Jun was VERY pissed at his luck. He thought he might have been in the clear once the artillery stopped, but then he got pinned down by a pair of snipers. He had escaped through a back alley, but at that point, all hell broke loose.

"A nuke? Seriously?" he muttered to himself, as his suit injected another round of radiation cure, as well as painkillers and anti-biotics for gash along the left side of his chest from a piece of rebar he landed on. Luckily the bleeding had gone down considerably, however his stocks of medical supplies had as well.

Shaking his head, the mole climbed over a small rise in the land, then immediately ducked down behind it, drawing in a breath at what he had seen.

Jun let out a curse worthy of the sailors on the ships just off the coast, then got to thinking. If he could get onto a ship, maybe even a measly patrol ship or frigate, he could probably do a lot of damage by messing with the IFF and creating a large radius of jamming, if the gunners and captains were as trigger happy as he hoped they were.

Drawing in a shallow breath, the mole slid over the rise, and began working his way down the ridge.

Lucia got down to her feet,stepping on the one that isn't injured badly and hopped a bit. "Okay,let's go."

"Seriously..you're just making it hard for yourself." Messilita rolled her eyes.

This was getting rather awkard. Doraaz decided to drag himself back up onto the grass.
"Just get on my back so I can carry you down..." He growled impatiently.

Lucia did so. "Here I go."

Messilita followed shortly. " :l "

(That took way too long.)

Doraaz started to carefully make his way down, aware that there was going to be more weight on the rocks. He put his foot on a rock, but it cracked and fell all the way down to the sand that was at least 100 feet below them.

Lucia screamed at the sudden fall.

Messilita looked down at them. "Uhh, you okay? ._. "

Doraaz only just managed to grab hold of another rock, which was rather jagged and gave him some pain.
"Grrh... never better." He snarled, looking round for another rock. He could see one on the left which, if he could find the strength to do so, he would be able to swing himself to.
"Might wanna hold on." He started to try and find his footing on the side of the cliff, keeping hold of the rock as he prepared himself for a rather weak jump.

Lucia held tight to him,clinging on.

Messilita started her way down.

Doraaz went for it. Unfortunately, as he was about to lift off, the part of the rock he was holding onto broke off too.
"Oh fu-- SHIT!" He ended up falling backwards, trying to regain his balance in mid-air. It was a tough struggle and he was worried he'd end up crushing Lucia by accident, or worse.

Lucia shut her eyes, too scared to scream.

"LUCIA!!" Messilita looked at them fall, she held her hand out to them for dramatic effect.

Doraaz tried rolling himself around, which seemed to only just work. He saw something in the corner of his eyes which looked easy to grab on to. He held his hand out open and prayed that it wouldn't snap off once he tugged on it. He got a different suprise.
"OW! FFFF--" At that time he remembered that they could be heard by the few troops there were down by the beach. He had grabbed onto a large thorned weed branch which was planted firmly into the cliffside... now he just had to look for somewhere safe to land. They weren't far from the ground now. He really wanted to get those thorns out of his hand.

"Please don't fall. >_<" Lucia begged,looking down.

Messilita continued her way down,trying to be more careful. She was lightweight.

Doraaz let go, falling for a few metres. He used his other hand to grab hold of another rock which gave him perfect grip. He let go of the rock again, then fell down to a rather steep slope in the cliff which he slid down. It wasn't long until he finally came to the sand behind a large rock which hid them from danger.

Jun peered cautiously around a boulder he had ducked behind, taking gauge of the situation. If he ran in there running and gunning, all he'd do is waste ammunition and get filled with it. However, seeing as the beach was so open, the disappearance of a few troops would be noted. If he could get a distraction, then he might have a chance at getting onto one of the ships, and getting to work.

'Maybe fate might be kind to me for once, after dropping a NUKE on me.' the mole thought to himself, as he studied the coastline and troop movements.

Most of the guards were stood still, making sure that everything was in place as the various tanks and other vehicles went past. Three mechs were patrolling, one stood between the two cargo ships that were unloading and the other two marching along the coast line on either side of the shore. There were also several gunships hovering in positions about 100 metres high up.

OmegaCorp seemed to have a relatively small scout troop nearby Doraaz's said destination.

Messilita continued downward.

Lucia was in shock.

James was being lazy.

Doraaz peeked over the large rock in his way. If they could make a distraction that would lure the nearby mech away and the two guards that were an equal distance between him and the boat, they would be able to sneak on without being seen.
"Could one--" He flinched as he heard the sound of the battleship's cannons fire way out at sea. He couldn't see what was being fired at.
"... Could one of you set up a distraction in that direction?" He pointed to the left, away from the prison ship.

Messilita set her feet softly onto the ground. "What was that? I can't hear you."

"A distraction. That way!" He pointed out.