as written by Azrican, glmstr, and Krysis
Riley had waited until the truck was about three, four miles outside of what he assumed to be Westeria before having them stop once again. He waited in the bed for a few moments, checking his patches and insignia, ensuring they were fit properly with the photographic image he had in his head before he pulled them off a uniform. Despite the distances involved with civilizations, and despite the different cultures, uniforms were likely the least often to change.
No matter where, men often fought the same. He smoothed one hand over his nametag, which read 'CMDR STRIGHT' before hopping down from the truck bed and standing in the driver's side window. "Alright ladies this is where I take my leave. Horakova, put the water works on and act like you've been wounded. You," He stopped, pointing one finger to the abhuman and looking down the stop-and-go traffic in front of a TAF checkpoint. "Tell 'em you find a wounded soldier on the side of your road and you're coming into town to evacuate family."
"I've got to find Hawke and Charles before they get themselves arrested. Try and find us a place to set-up shop, preferably out of the way, preferably with a basement. Sound like a plan, children?"
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"Can do, Riley," Erika took off her jacket and used it to cover herself as she changed into the tattered uniform she looted. There were cuts in the fabric on various parts of her body, and she frowned that her clothes looked in much worse shape than the person inside them.
"Just like the Hykan beggar children, I have to make it actually look like I'm hurt," She brandished a combat knife and gently poked her finger to make sure it was still sharp.
"Now, before you guys get your panties in a bunch, I've done this before," Horakova took a deep breath and carefully dragged the knife gently across one of the patches of exposed skin, giving herself a small cut only about a milimeter deep, but once it began to bleed it was hard to tell. Then, after smearing the blood a little with a rag, she continued to do so on almost all of the cuts and tears in her uniform. By the end of it she looked like she just sumo wrestled with a grizzly bear made of barbed wire, but none of the incisions were even slightly serious.
"Ow, ow, ow! Holy shit these sting really bad, the things I do for this god damn mission," her eyes began to tear up involuntarily. She had recreated dozens of effectively papercuts all over her body, so they were extremely painful and bled a lot for how minor and harmless they were. Then, when she was done, she hopped out of the truck and faced inwards.
"Now, for the limp," THUD! She kicked her shin against the platform to climb into the truck, hopping around on another foot for a few seconds. "God damnit! Well, that worked perfectly. No broken shin, but it hurts pretty bad so a limp will be comfortable!" 1SG crawled back into the truck, wincing slightly from the papercuts and bruised shin.
"Now unless I see an actual doctor, nobody will be able to tell," Her grin was rather smug, even if her eyes were watering by themselves.
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Lalita gaped at Erika and started to protest about the cuts until Erika told her not to worry about it. She was still a bit worried though, because of the knife if nothing else. "Should I pull out the first aid kit?"
Then Erika was getting out of the truck and Lalita thought she was just going to go use the bushes at first, so she had looked away. Then there was the THUD and Lali looked around sharply with a startled gasp. At first she thought it was Riley trying to get her attention again. Then maybe they were being shot at? Oh. No. It was just--
"You bruised your own leg. On purpose. When you are going to be sitting down and won't need a limp. Girl, you are crazy." The strange girl shook her head and put the truck in gear.
"Let's go get 'Uncle Thomas'. I'm sure he has gathered up all the 'family heirlooms' by now." She said with a wry smile.
"Could have just bandaged up the worst of the cuts and put iodine on the rest, you know. Would have been just as convincing." Lali didn't bother to mention that until they were almost to the outpost and she had to put on a dazzling smile for the troops. Her wings were folded and hidden against the seat as much as possible, and the hat she had put on shaded the worst of the visible exotic-ness, so she didn't find it hard to play human for the checkpoint, when they finally got up to it.
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"It's more believable this way. Besides, my acting isn't the best in the world, it'll help my case if I'm actually in pain," Erika's face quickly shifted from a smile to a wincing frown as they approached the checkpoint, doing her best to look in terrible pain.
The truck rolled up to the checkpoint, and a TAG soldier stepped up to the window, only to see Horakova nearly crying and covered in blood and cuts.
"Ma'am, is that a Terran soldier in your passenger seat?"
Lalita nodded, and Erika began her routine.
"I-I-It was a massacre, they're all dead. DEAD! Oh god, I'm going to have to tell their f-f-families!" the Hykan shook visibly, on the verge of a pained bawling.
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Lalita checked the uniform of the one asking questions first, just a quick flick to make sure it was a TAF check point before she nodded. Her smile was less dazzling and more uncomfortable by that point as she looked over at Erika before turning her attention to the soldier at her window. "She was walking along the road and I couldn't just leave her there. Besides, my Uncle Thomas is needing me to come in and get him out of the city. He's kinda old and he can't bear to leave behind Grandpappy's furniture. I hear tell the looters are something awful already! Say, where do I take miss soldier lady to get her patched up? Still the hospital, or have y'all moved the medical attention elsewhere?"
Lali opened her eyes very wide and looked just as innocent as a kitten with a ball of string as she smiled at the soldier. Mostly she was using her talent to out-talk just about anyone though, asking for help and making the soldier uncomfortable so that he would shoo them through the queue just as fast as he could. Hopefully while answering some important questions in the process.
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"Shit, she looks bad," the TAF soldier looked around, scratched his head, and pointed about 30 degrees to the left of the road they were on.
"Just take her to the hospital, the first left you can take upon getting in to town, just take that for a few miles. There's a volunteer hospital in there. Just go, she doesn't look very good," the soldier gestured to Erika, who was seemingly hyperventilating and her tan skin getting paler by the second.
"Ma'am, what company was this?"
"22-Bravo, th-they are all fucking dead! W-we were in the midlands, they came in the hundreds... out of nowhere... they..."
"Don't worry soldier, you're safe now. Just go, you can tell us what happened later," he waved a hand at the other soldiers with rifles at the barricade.
The makeshift barrier was hauled out of the way, and Lalita took off towards Westeria. Once they were a few hundred meters past the checkpoint, Erika burst out laughing.
"Wow, I got them good! I must have really sold it, they didn't even bother," her grin was quite wide, her voice already cheerful again. "These should be totally healed by tomorrow, I can already feel the smaller ones closing. Wait, check out that house!" Erika pointed out the window, to a small house with a dilapidated satellite dish hanging off one of the corners.
"That'll be a serious score if it hasn't been ransacked."
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"Too close to the check point. Soldiers would notice. Don't think it has a basement either. You want a high foundation in this area, so close to the sea. The water table will be really high." Lalita answered absently, automatically steering away from the areas that usually had high traffic.
"Trees would be good too, for cover for us coming and going. And an attached garage to make it easier to hide the truck would be nice. I'm assuming your devices will let Riley and the others find us no matter where we go?" The girl seemed to have a destination in mind, which turned out to be a house she had always admired, which was big and dark green with solar panels on the roof, and a driveway that was almost hidden behind the residence with trees all around shading half the small yard.
She'd park a block or so down though, where they could see the driveway and watch the other houses nearby.
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"Yeah, they'll be able to track us down just fine," Erika grabbed her shotgun and unloaded the slugs inside, replacing them with more standard buckshot, and giving it a pump. The crunchy noise of the action moving was music to the Hykan's ears, and she ogled at the house Lalita had chosen.
"Wow this is nice, the boys will be impressed with this one," Horakova noticed what looked like crude solar panels on top of the house. Electricity? Holy shit, this will be the lap of luxury!
Ready to go inside? If someone's inside, they'll either walk away with a bag of beans or turn into swiss cheese and get buried in the backyard," the Hykan opened the truck door and slowly stepped out of it, the shotgun slung over her shoulder.
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"Patience, Erika. No need to scare the citizens. I want to see if there are any others still on the block before we go charging in. Why don't you disinfect your cuts while we wait to see if anyone comes back? I kinda want a nap after driving all that way. After I stretch my legs at least." Lalita admonished tiredly, getting out on her side and stretching slowly.
"Maybe we can walk around in a bit, see if there are any cars in driveways." She added after yawning hugely.
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"Good point," Erika tossed her weapon back into the car, and fished through her actual uniform's pockets for a small bottle of disinfectant and some sterile towelettes. Each cut got a few sprays of the stinging antiseptic and a gentle wipe with the disposable rags, until all of her cuts were thoroughly clean and closed enough to not bleed. She gently staggered in front of the house in question and leaned on a nearby tree, taking a peek through the windows from her vantage point and stretching her legs.
The home seemed mostly untouched, and as far as Horakova could tell it looked like nobody was home. After a few minutes of fresh air, she climbed back into the truck and changed back into her usual uniform, folding up the stolen one and putting it in a duffel bag.
"I think nobody's home, not sure about the neighbors though," Erika sighed and leaned her seat back, ready for a short nap.
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"Mmm. I hope so. I put a bid on that house ten years ago, but some other guy outbid me. It was kinda worth it though. He showed me all his toys." Lalita gave a fond smile at memory and squashed her hat more firmly on her head.
"My turn to take a stroll." She added as Erika prepped for a nap. The keys would be left in the ignition as the strange girl wandered off, around the block entirely, to make sure there were minimal cars left in the neighborhood. She also checked to see if there was still running water, when she saw someone's hose laying in a driveway, and got herself a few swallows to quench her thirst.
Lalita already knew the basic layout of the neighborhood, and thought that this slice of suburbia would suit just fine.
And she'd get to stay in her dream house for a few nights again.
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"Looks like we've got a place to stay," Erika grabbed a few duffel bags and started stacking them by the truck. She carried the bags two at a time to the end of the house's driveway, so it only took a few trips.
"So how are we going to get in? I don't want to break the door down, I'd prefer if that still worked."
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Lalita just drove the truck into the sheltered driveway rather than having to tote stuff so far, and then she gave Erika a shy smile, "Well, we could look for the spare key, or I could give you a boost so you can see if the windows are locked. Or I could pick the lock, but it takes me forever."
Then she was looking at the alarm system keypad next to the door and checking to see if it was still active. With everything going on, it was unlikely that the alarm would be functional, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Unfortunately, she couldn't remember the code even if it was working, though she thought it was an important date for both herself and the man she had so briefly dated.
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"I'll look around for spare keys," Erika proceeded to pick up flowerpots, the welcome mat, landscaping stones, anything that wasn't bolted down to see if there was a key underneath them.
"I'm not finding anything so far, think the keypad might work?"
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"Nah, it's got a battery charge, but I don't think the communication lines are up anyway." Lalita muttered. By the time Erika had finished checking for spare keys, Lali had popped open the keypad with a boot knife and shorted out a couple of wires to run down the battery in question without setting off the alarm.
"So either one of us gets to pick a lock, or break a window. Or maybe both. I wonder if he ever got the windows replaced?" Lali mused as she moved to the nearest one and started inserting her knife into the seal between the top pane and the bottom one, to one side of where the lock would be, and wiggling it carefully. It would take her about ten minutes to convince the lock to open that way, but if Erika was at all patient, or working on something else, eventually it Would work.
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Erika simply sat on a nearby faux landscaping rock and watched Lalita work at prying the window from the frame. After about ten minutes or so, when the pane of glass popped free, Erika climbed through the window and made a beeline to the door.
A few seconds of fumbling and turning what looked like a lock, the door opened with a click .
"Not bad, these locks are unfamiliar but not too hard to understand," the Hykan trotted outside and started hauling in the gear and luggage.
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“Commander?”
Riley stood atop an armored truck the TAF had utilized as a roadblock for the evacuation and was staring out at the line of vehicles on their way out of the city. It weaved along the road like a great metal serpent, occasionally a few brief feet of movement seen before backing up into a line of congestion, honking horns and shouting voices. He heard a voice make the same inquiry again, and again ignored it. Riley found himself locked onto the scene, something he’d witnessed dozens of times before.
It never looked different, even if it was on another planet. It was always the same, panic. “Commander Stright?” Riley was finally able to recognize the voice of the young TAF soldier staring up at his from the asphalt. The Commander straightened himself out for a moment, a quick sigh escaping him before he finally looked down to the Private. “Commander Stright, everything okay?”
“Yes, Private. What do you need?” He replied, letting his rifle fall to his chest and dangle from the sling as he straightened out one glove. Next, he hopped down from the armored truck, landing in front of the Private and soon finding he towered over the young man, himself a tall drink of water, by several inches.
“Your uh -- your unit, Commander. Who did you say they were attached to?” The Private inquired, tilting his head inquisitively at the Commander.
“Above your pay-grade, Private.” Riley said harshly, giving the Private a quick one over, and then giving him a look like the infantryman had a lot more to be doing than quizzing a superior officer. He was fishing a cigarette out of his breast pocket before he heard a soldier shouting from up the column slightly.
“Put your weapons down and your hands in the air!”
“Hey you put your shit down, private!”
“Sergeant, that is an inadvisable command.”
Riley broke into a sprint around the armored truck, pacing himself along the shoulder of the road as he spotted three TAF lazily holding their weapons on Charles and Sergeant Hawke. “Sonuvabitch.”
The three infantrymen looked visibly perplexed; as if they were expecting a firefight to have developed already. Riley’s feet brought him sliding down the drainage canal on the side of the road in front of several burned out warehouses, and he frantically waved the three Valorans down before they could think of pulling a trigger. “Hold your god damn fire, these are my boys -- I lost track of ‘em cutting open an Aschen infantry company about eighteen miles outta’ Checkpoint Delta. Simmer down.”
The three men seemed to contemplate the statement for a moment. Just in case this suddenly spiralled out of control, Riley had a hand nonchalantly move to his chest at the magnum strapped in his holster; but as their demeanor visibly softened Riley let his hand fall, and his breath free.
“If you say so, Commander … “ The men slowly lowered their weapons, and Riley indicated to a four-door staff car he had “repossessed” from the checkpoint’s Captain.
After a few awkward minutes of waiting for an MP to stop them, Riley and the two other COLSOG operators had packed their belongings into the small 4x4 and set off from the checkpoint, Riley driving. Considering he was the only one who even remotely passed for a TAF officer, they figured it would be easiest for him to be the face that would speak with any other native personnel. By now, of course, a rumor might have begun of a “special operations” Commander putting together the remnants of his team in Westeria; Riley would prefer the truth be kept obscure as possible, but a hero for the common soldier wasn’t a bad thing either.
"So what happened to the Hyker? She take a bullet already?" Hawke inquired from the back seat, gnawing at a piece of jerky while fidgeting with the entangler array; a device that occupied the whole other seat across from the SFC.
"No, she's getting us a place to lay low. Should be just around there." Riley said, pointing at a highway exit sign for a suburb called "Rheinsdale". The lanes into the city were thoroughly empty after all.