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[h2][color=lightblue]Skye Rosalind Lyons[/color][/h2]

Skye wasn't in the best state herself, but hearing the yells from the rest of the team, knew she must have been incredibly lucky. Beyond a likely broken rib, and being generally disoriented, Skye was somewhat shipshape. The team lead didn't look hurt, or at least, it didn't show on the surface, Skye aware that the cocktail of adrenaline and endorphins running her system right now was enough, that and her absolute grit that seemed to boil her over. There was a healthy chance she wasn't gonna be in much of any mood to do anything when they were back on that aircraft, but that was just a norm, everything in her head and heart pumping to get not just her, but the rest of them out to safety.

Considering the injury list, it could have been a lot worse- Xan had a pretty nasty piece of metal in his arm, and Sam was not much better. Freya was kicking, as was Mateo, but this wasn't going to be a fun run to finish off the fight. They had no easy run at this, but they had to keep going, because this crappy Thursday was gonna be an even worse one if they couldn't gloat about it afterwards. It would make a hell of a story at the bar, or at least it would if there wasn't the NDA of all NDAs involved in their work.

Maybe the grandkids would get it.

Anyway, Skye left that thought behind and knew that the team was coming back to itself, and Skye had the chance to respond.

[@BigPapaBelial][@ReusableSword]
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"Eyes on that one IFV, Frigga. They've broken from the pack. That'll be be mine, so your fat cheeks will be covered...I hope your armour is holding up there at least or by Christ, I'm not gonna have time to contain the lot of the team if we survive this. Anyway, switch to your secondaries, or improvise something. There might be a mounted HMG in the ship with rounds in it you might be able to pinch, and it might dink the armour a bit to make them think twice. Or just smash it with a hammer. Either way, be ready when they come close, you and Ogre."
[/color] Skye chirped, knowing as professional and coy as she was, Freya deserved the teasing sometimes. She was professional, analytical and to a hilt, completely focussed in on her professionalism, to the point she forgot her beauty and her well, questionable interpretation of the Geneva Convention. In Skye's view, it was pretty vile, but then again, so was selling plutonium on the black market, and one had the capacity for a lot worse than the other. Besides, it made the fuckers who didn't get it hit run, so score one for terrifying mercs reconsidering their paychecks and political values. It helped her sleep at night, Skye at least thought to herself, though it was never going to really fly in front of anyone with a normal sensibility on them.

[@LadyAmber][@Awesomoman64]

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"Oi, Love Actually, we got a minute or so to contact. Don't sweat the PETN, we won't have the range to get close or time. But I like the creativity. Both of you, if you can, get a hemostatic powder on Glitch's arm before we get started. It'll cull the bleeding for a few minutes before we can tourniquet it and pull that metal shard out, or else when that injector wears out, I'm gonna need to find him a bionic arm. And he does not need another appliance to start hacking...." 
[/color] Skye bantered out to Xan and Sam, and it was almost as if the adrenaline was bringing out the other side of the team mum- the kind that gave endless shit now, given her number of fucks to give was completely out. She had that care, some would almost call it love for her team, but it was currently on top of the now buried niceties that came with it. It was all in good humour, and Skye knew that she may have come across as a bit harsh, but under it, did respect them really.

[@Theyra][@PerfectThought]
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"Affirm. Get ready to pick away, they'll be dropping troops off. Your rifle will come in handy. They won't see it coming. We'll strike when I get this isolated IFV. Then we start raining it down."
[/color]  Skye replied, a more neutral tone to the Colombian, Skye knowing he responded well to professionalism, though even her end was beginning to fray a little.

Setting up on the deck of the ship with a leap, Skye unholstered her Carl Gustav, aware that Freya had just been hit by one of the IFVs that had spotted the two heavies inside the ship, and that wouldn't do. Picking it up, Skye saw it coming in, Hornet following Skye's lead as always, and keeping an eye out.

Four IFVs total, Czech-made Pandur II IFVs with an upgraded set of systems were rolling in and it showed that Artemis didn't have bad systems to bear- this was a modern, western-made weapons system. That they'd have to kill, so perfect. With a gentle move to the side of the rusted ship, Skye took aim and launched away at that isolated IFV, knowing its gaze was turned, and the Trophy System would be in the blind from her position. Her single AT round slammed into the rear of it, and with that, the Pandur IFV went kablooey, creating a crackle of smoke and dust as Skye very clearly underlined they weren't hiding anymore.

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"Contact!" 
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And with that, the ambush was sprung. Skye peeled back as rounds flew over her head, Skye running from one set of containers to the next, flinging another AT round into the Gustav, flicking the breach back and ducking down by a shipping container, aware she was repositioned, but still exposed. One IFV down, and the others would start picking away. But it was no guarantee.

"Queen, line is secure, do you read?" Skye's other channel came back to life with a brief static, though no team lead would ever be as stupid as to trust her longwave right after a major hack had hit the team.
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"Run the auth code."
[/color] Skye yelled back, knowing it was a protocol to run, as simple as needed, a code run on numbers that were analogue, hard wired and more importantly, an emergency backup, Skye awaiting his response on that.

"Zero, Niner, Niner, Seven, Six, how copy?" Oracle's voice was real, not some figment of an AI voicechanger, so that had something for it.
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"Yeah, you aren't some bot. Okay, we're not dead, few walking wounded and we're in contact, what's the status?"
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"We've got the Osprey available to pull you out, but we've got more forces on the way so whatever you're doing, make it quick." 
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"Working on it, give us five minutes. Tell the Osprey to have medical kit ready, out."
[/color] Skye finished with the Gustav in the same breath, as an autocannon round slammed into the container, forcing Skye to relocate, aware it was now picking her up as she moved. 

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"Shite! Yous can get tae' fuck an' all!"
[/color] Skye yelled out, that patience she was famed for running thin, though she knew it was one our of four dead, and at the least, a little distraction. [@PerfectThought] Hornet followed her down, and stayed on her back, Skye somewhat glad to have a companion here, covering her sixes, even if the French woman had no AT of her own. 

She'd taken down one of the four, but the rest of the team had their part to play now she had been spotted, as she dove down off the ship away from the IFVs into cover and back down into the sand, the exo's damaged components barely stopping her as she uncomfortably piled into the sand, scraping out of it and checking her MG3 once more. Turning the corner, a few disembarked troops were trying to get a flank on through a hole in the ship, but Skye was there to hold them off, blasting them with a spray of the LMG, the uncomfortable burst hurting with a pinch in her ribs, the kind that stinging nettles might have, not the worst with everything but just sharp, horrid and shite, probably causing worse to her. But no matter. It had to be done, and four troops down, she moved in, knowing that the heavies could do there thing, as could the snipers and the improved AT and LMG team.