Shield up, the jackle moved slowly forward and down the stares. She slowly followed with the rest behind her. "Keep it slow. Bet they toss a grenade. You see something, move back." Vez said softly. The jackle trilled softly in confirmation.
Slowly, step by step, they moved forward. A slight noise heralded a flying object, which the lead jackle shield bashed. "BACK BACK!" He cried.
We moved back as fast as possible, crouched behind the shield when the grenade blew up. "OPEN FIRE FORWARD!" Vez roared.
The lead jackle moved up and began shooting from behind his shield. He screeched in anger as return fire hit his shield. Vez poped around the side and sent two shards at a line of tracers before ducking back. She grabbed the plasma grenade, and signaled two skirmishers and a jackle forward. "COVER ME, GRENADE!" She screeched over the sound of plasma and gunfire.
The three moved up and the jackle interlocked her shield with his. The skirmishers and jackles poured green plasma at the flashes, and she primed the grenade. "THROWING!"
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She stood and lobbed the grenade, getting shot on the head for her troubles. She fell back, falling on her back. She screamed in anger and agony. She grasped her left eye socket as she screeched curses.
"FUCKING EGG SMASHING WHORE CUNT MOTHER FUCKER GODS DAMNED BASTARDS!" She got back up and grabbed her pistol. She shot around the side of the shields as the grenade detonated.
"FORWARD! KILL THE FUCKING BASTARDS NOW!" She screeched.
They moved forward, shields at the front. They passed doors, where she sent troops to clear them. The troops with her arived at where the grenade detonated, finding human limbs and some scattered guns.
"CLEAR THE AREA! HOLD DOWNWARDS STAIRWELLS!" She called, and sat back on the floor, holding her head. One of the jackles and skirmishers moved in towards her. She instinctively hissed in warning, and they slowed, but kept approaching.
"Healing, yes? We can help, just..." The jackle said nervously. It wouldn't be the first time an injured patient lashed out, and with claws the size of Vez's, things could get lethal fast.
She waved them forward and hissed in agony. Her head hurt, and her depth perception was fucked. The skirmisher gently lowered Vez's hand away from her eye, and trilled softly.
"Gone, major. Pulped. My bet is shrapnel." She said.
Vez growled, and spoke. "No time. Stop the bleeding, seal the socket, and dull the pain. You have 5 minutes."
They didn't speak but got to work. It took 6 and a bit minutes, but she didn't complain. They sealed the eye, gave her something to dull the pain, and wrapped her eye with soft cloth.
She hissed as she got up, and started getting to work immediately. "Drag the human weapons and other supplies that aren't broke to the side. Were on our own, and no ones resupplying I'd bet. Keep watch. We move in an hour. Get a drink if you aren't on watch." She said. She began supervising, and taking a drink of the limited water they had brought. It was going to be a long battle.
