[member="Farah"]
The unit of heavily armed mercenaries approached the ruined hangar. They were all clad in black body armour that covered them from head to toe. Dark as the night, it was coated in Reflec, making it difficult to spot them on sensors. Their heavy blasters were loaded and primed to fire. In the unlikely event that someone had survived the air strike. Everything seemed quiet, save for the roar of the engines of a Gunship flying overhead, and the crackle of the fires raging across the ruins. Their boots made little noise on the ground as they advanced, providing mutual cover for one another, checking for bodies. But their motion sensors picked up on movement. Something was wrong...
Multi-coloured beams of laser fire pierced the darkness as they fired upon the shadows. A shape advanced upon them. It was tall and vaguely humanoid, though gender was indistinct, for a metal shell encased it. Behind the shape's helmet lay a face that was more machine than woman. A telekinetic explosion rippled from the shape, gaining in speed and intensity as it swept across the rubble. Soldiers were sent flying as they were hit by an invisible force that made them feel like they had been run over by a speeder. There was a sound, akin to that of bones being snapped like twigs. Laser beams bounced off the shape's lightsabre. Some slipped past the shape's guard, scorching its armour.
Enyo Typhos advanced grimly as she fell into the elegant, deadly patterns of Soresu, slashing bolts out of the air. Some blaster bolts burnt her, a disruptor beam left a hole inside her armour and burnt through her faux flesh. Ion bolts slowed her down, but she advanced nonetheless - implacably. A twist of her wrist was enough to tear guns out of the grasp of mercenaries - and turn them on them. Men fell as bolts screamed through the air. Others fell as her lightsabre sliced through them like wheat. Unbeknownst to everyone, another shape took advantage of the confusion to advance, moving like a blur. All that could be seen was a slight oscillation effect in the air, but it was easily lost.
The pilot of the gunship on the ground had taken notice of the commotion and fired up the engines. He did not notice the blurry shape making a beeline towards his craft. Meanwhile, his comrade in the air intervened directly. This gunship swooped down from high above, guns blazing. Enyo bolted as the twin laser turrets roared. Streaks of crimson light shot from the cannons. The rubble she sought cover behind was pulverised, the same applied to soldiers she levitated into the air to serve as improvised human shields. Explosions resonated across the ruins. She was cornered and she knew it.
A missile roaring through the air met a telekinetic wave, causing a premature explosion. Such was the force of the blast that she was pushed through the air and slammed into the ground. Some debris fell upon her heavily armed, but battered and damaged shape. Her HUD was flooded with damage reports. As she pushed the rubble aside, the gunship hovered above her, firing repulsors to slow down its dive. Ventral doors retracted to expose belly-mounted flame projectors. Then suddenly the gunship began to shake, as if an unnatural force had gripped it. The pilot struggled to maintain control over the craft as it was pulled this way, then then that way. Then it came came crashing down.
Meanwhile, the other gunship had taken off. The pilot was steering it towards the lone interloper, when suddenly his comrade exploded in a brilliant flash of red and orange. A moment later, the pilot and his navigator realised they had problems of their own - in form of an unwanted passenger. Having taken advantage of the chaos to bolt towards the gunship, Tyrone had propelled herself into it via a grappling hook as it took off, rolling inside just before the hatch closed. In the process, her cloaking device deactivated, causing her to suddenly manifest. A guard, alerted by the noise, turned and fired upon her with a pistol. Bang. There was no dodging that.
The bullet caused her to stagger as it penetrated her combat suit. The plating was smeared with blood. Adrenaline surged through her, as her implants refused to let her feel the pain. Surging forward with near blinding speed, she grabbed his gun with her cold metal hand, twisting it down. Both wrestled for dominance. He was no Cyborg, though. Her right hand stopped his wrist, her left forced the gun down. In the process, she broke his fingers. A shot was let loose - and the bullet struck him in the foot. As he cried out in anguish and fury, she rammed him with her elbow.
The navigator confronted her, having left his seat. The palms of his hands were sweaty when he slashed at her with a sharp vibroknife. He scored a cut across her cheek, drawing blood, and cut her in the shoulder. A thunderous kick to the nuts brought him down. Nonchalantly, she pulled the knife out of her shoulder and stomped on his throat. There was a gurgle and he was dead. That left the pilot. "Don't kill me. I surrender. I'll land. The gunship is yours." he said quickly.
"Smart man. Go down," Tyrone ordered. "Make a wrong move and I'll make you fly." Taking the chair of the dead co-pilot, Boss, I've hijacked the gunship. Heading your way, she communicated to Enyo via her implant, sending her a quick transmission. Glancing towards the nervous pilot, she smirked. "Now, be a good boy and tell me all about your employer..."
"His name is Doctor Malthus Ehrlich..."
"I already know that. Where must I to open him from balls to brains and see what he's made of?" There was a glint in her artificial eye.
"Will you let me go if I tell you? Or just put a bolt in my skull?"
"Cooperate you, and live. Don't cooperate and...well, there's a camp not far from here full of infected. Want me to lock you in a room with one?"
"No...alright. But you must help me. I have family."
"Of course. We can make you disappear. Even pay you for your troubles."
"He sent us a transmission. He's at the hotel Vier Jahreszeiten. Hosting a fundraiser for the sick," the pilot said quickly.
xxx
Clearly the lab's greatest strength had been its secrecy. Perhaps the majority of the mercenaries had also been preoccupied dealing with the outbreak. Either way, it was subdued quickly. Due to her injuries, Alexia hung back, directing her minions as they cut down the remaining guards, while occasionally using her pistol to back them up.
Several of the scientists tried to flee. Their escape was cut short by blaster bolts. One of the scientist, shot in the back of his leg, tried to limp towards the front door, only to find himself staring at the muzzle of a blaster rifle when Broderick and his fireteam broke through the front door. Quickly, the researcher threw his hands up. "Don't shoot! I can help you!" One of his colleagues shot him a contemptuous, disgusted look.
Now Alexia stepped into the chamber, limping a bit. At this stage, she was sweaty, dirty and rather pissed off. Thus she just wanted to get this over with. "Collar and cuff them. If they resist, shoot them in the kneecaps and let them bleed. Check them for cyanide pills or hidden weapons," she snarled towards the remaining researchers, and her minions got to work. Her eyes fell upon the huge biohazard tank. It seemed Farah was already on it.
"Keep that tank from blowing up on us. Rest of you, out." While Farah performed a quick amputation, Alexia busied herself with raiding what she could. What looked like a portable computer and a notebook landed in her backpack. If stopping the countdown failed, at least she'd have something of value. Assuming she managed to get out in time.
