MassasaugaLilly Jatmoore
When Lilly arrived at the house, the assault was already underway. Webber and Sykora had succeeded in clearing the main room, and were currently trading shots with the Imperials defending the rear hallway. She dragged Hexner over behind a table, and began checking her for injuries. The poor girl was shaken up and looked pretty out of it, but she didn't see any serious (or treatable) injuries. When their lancer stumbled through the door, it was quickly apparent that she had not been as fortunate despite her extra armour. "Miss Durandal!" Lilly rushed over to her as she collapsed, panicking. "Whats wrong?! Where are you hurt?!" She tried to remember the basic first aid training they had gotten and how she had treated the imperials back at the coach house as she examined her for wounds.
Durandal's armour had taken the majority of the blast it seemed, as the girl didn't have many deep cuts... but the sharp cries of pain she occationally got as she pressed on an arm, leg or rib indicated that all was definitely not well. The girl either had deep bruising or broken bones, and judging by her coughing up blood, some kind of internal bleeding as well. Oooh what to do?! What should she do? She tried using her ragnaid, bathing Durandal in it's healing blue light, but all it managed to do was help alleviate the pain and heal some of the cuts. Only engineers and medics carried the stronger radnaid capable of healing internal injuries. Wait, that was it! "Sorry, Miss Hexner, but we need your ragnaid!" The poor girl still seemed out of it, so Lilly rooted through the engineer's bag herself. Sure enough, there was a much larger charge of ragnaid packed away, which she quickly used to try to heal Durandal's internal injuries.
"Does that feel any better, Miss Durandal? Are you alright?" At the hall, the fighting intensified and Lilly didn't know if Sykora and Webber could hold back the rest of the imps in the house until the others got here without her help. She wanted to stay with Durandal and Hexner, who would still need time to recover (even if they weren't in immediate danger of dying), but she needed to help Webber and Sykora before they were overrun. A dead Imperial lay a short distance away from them, so Lilly hurried over to his corpse, looted his SMG and extra magazines and returned to where their two wounded were. "Here take this. Miss Hexner, Miss Durandal, please stay in cover. We'll get a proper medic to you shortly, just make sure no Imperials sneak up behind us." Before she returned to the hallway, she grabbed a spare grenade out of Hexner's pack. "Sorry, Miss Hexner, but I will need to use this."
Ok, Lilly... Focus. What's the plan? You're two soldiers down, and no one has come to assist yet... Another dozen bullets flew through the door, forcing Webber and Sykora back into cover. The Imperial attack was intensifying, and when she traded her own shots, she saw a few of them pushing up the hall towards them. They were getting too close! They needed to push them back! Lilly's pulse quickened and she quickly told her group the plan she had formulated. "O-ok! Listen to me, please! We need to push up and at least clear the closest room. Miss Sykora, do you still have a grenade? I am going to throw mine to f-force the imps into cover. Once I do, p-please use yours to clear the next room up. We need to keep the imperials away from the front hall. W-webber, when she is clearing the room, we'll cover her. Um... Does everyone understand? Alright..." Lilly whispered a quick prayer, charged her grenade, and threw it down the hallway towards the cluster of imps at the end. *KABOOM!* "That's it! ATTACK! MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!!!"
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PFC Snider
Snider was cowering behind the tank, praying to the Valkyrur for deliverance as shells landed nearby. For an eternity, it seemed like he was going to die here, but his prayers were answered when Hunt came charging through the smoke and dust, to grab him by the collar and drag him across the street to cover. Old war stories were full of tales of soldiers dragging the wounded to cover, and the wounded almost always would be helping by shooting back at the enemy with their sidearm. There was none of that 'glory' to be had for the concussed, though. Snider's head was pounding, his ears were ringing, and his vision was so blurry he barely recognized Hunt when he came to save him. When they made it across the street and into the house, he managed to let out a weak "Thankzcorporal..." before slumping into a state of semi-consciousness from his wounds and concussion.
@Zarkun
Lilly Jatmoore
"That's it! Keep shooting! You're doing great, Sykora. Webber." The plan had worked well, and they managed to push up and clear the first room, and were currently trying to make their way to the second. During a brief pause in the firing, Lilly ducked into cover, and radioed Hunt. "Mr. Hunt! We've cleared half of the house's ground floor, but we need help. Durandal and Hexner are wounded and need a medic. We need more people if we want to take this-" An explosion echoed from the street outside, and Lilly remembered the tank being destroyed. She hadn't heard anything on the radio since the artillery came in. What if they had been caught in it too... What if... Control yourself, Lilly. He'll be fine. You've got to worry about your own team for now. Still, she had to ask. "... Take this house. ... What's your team's status? Do you have any wounded?"
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