Hybrid Ascension: Ghosts of Lylat (Pokemon/StarFox Crossover RP #2)

[Otebon Albrecht]

Althea laughed as she ran with the group, Para raised and continually moving as she checked for movement. "Yes Sir," she said with some happy sarcasm. "Is that a date, Ghost?"

[BusterBuizel]

"Gonna have to get back to you on that one. We got a mission to do," Ghost cut his transmission and made a break for the Helipad on the deck, "Looks clear! Evac is coming in."


Within the storm was a Federation Pelipper dropship under a cloaking field, barely visable to radar, let alone the naked eye. The ship hovered near the edge of the pad as a Buneary gunner presented a large .50 cal minigun mounted in the back.


"Who's the Anthro with you guys?!" she screamed through the noise of the engines and the storm.


"Defector Stacey! Just get us all outta here!" Ghost yelled.


"Gotcha! Everyone get inside! The storm is getting too fierce to fly!"


Once aboard everyone gave a sigh of relief as they flew away from the sea rig. A massive nuclear explosion rocked the sky as the craft left the atmosphere. Mikey walked into the cockpit to find his sister in the co-pilot seat.


"Hey Bro, miss me?"


"Nah, your replacement did her job like a Voss," he joked.


"Haha, very funny," Tanya paused, "Heads up! Lylat fighters!"

[Otebon Albrecht]

Althea chuckled into her headset, not caring if anyone heard when Ghost replied. Everything was looking up, now they just needed to get out of her.


Once outside, Althea felt a shiver run down her spine, the result of seeing so much water and knowing that the thing that separated her from it was about to disappear.


Once on the Pelipper, she made sure that she could take a seat where she could see Olaris, but then fighters were spotted and priorities changed. She undid her safety harness and moved over to the Buneary gunner.


"You need an extra gunner?"

[BusterBuizel]

"Does it look like there's another gun at the back of this thing? I'd love the help but we only got one turret!" the gunner spun up the barrels and started to fire at the oncoming craft while Tanya and her pilots took evasive action. Suddenly the radio transmitter recieved a message.


"Whoa whoa whoa! Stop firing! We're on your side. We intercepted Admiral McCloud's transmissions, while airborne. We'd like to defect to the Feds and provide escort.  We can fill you in on what just happened with the Uprising."


"Uprising you say?" Tanya asked, "What's that about? Why are you helping us?"


"President Aaron's gone bonkers and a small portion of the Lylatian military as broken off from the Republic. My squadron's officially part of the Lylatian Resistance Movement now."


"Glad you guys finally see the light. Name's Tanya, callsign Vio. And you guys?"


"Star Reaper, 115th Naval Strike Squadron Zoness. I'd like to speak to my old sergeant, Olaris. Can we video transmit?"


"Copy that, patching you through," Tanya flipped a few switches and pressed touch screens on the control panel.

[Otebon Albrecht]

Althea shrugged. "Guess it's all unnecessary anyways..."



She sat back down and strapped herself into her seat where she could watch the Lylatian Sergeant. "So Ghost," she said as she turned to him. "It's later and you never answered my question."

[tangletail]

Olaris frowned as he watched the Video feed through a cracked visor, having to make out the person who wanted to speak with him earlier. "This is Sargent Olaris, I read you loud and clear," the fox responded through his helmet's microphone as he began to fiddle with his scouter to bring his own ship closer.

[BusterBuizel]

Ghost looked toward Althea, "Huh? Oh, I thought you were being sarcastic. I mean, I'm a little young for you don't you think? I'm only 18, I got into this ESFP with my friends when I was 16. But if you're up for it, well, now that I think of it; since we live up to 200 years I guess the age difference is halved? Sorry, not good with Math. I dunno Voss, it just seems weird. You like my moves out there? I've been practicing."


Meanwhile a video transmission came through Olaris' headset, "Sir! reporting in!"
(Please feel free to name this guy for me, just make him avian)

[Otebon Albrecht]

Althea laughed, and laughed hard. "I'm sorry," she said when the giggles began to die down. "I was just playing with you, a little mid-firefight banter. I found that the first squad I worked with, a group of Helljumpers, they loved to harangue anyone that they thought could take it. Imagine me, a brand new, young, Ninetails in the middle of a veteran squadron of Helljumpers. I heard more rumors about what I had done to the Wing Commander than I could fire a rifle at. Instead of getting upset, I nearly broke the Sergeant Master's arm and started to play their games."


Althea tapped Ghost on the knee. "That doesn't mean that we can't be friends though. I've been a part of this team for a couple of days now and I already feel like I'm where I need to be. Just don't expect me to work well with ice and water. Natural aversions you understand."

[BusterBuizel]

"Well don't expect any of that on the next mission, we're going for Titania next round," Tanya informed, "Not looking forward to that, being a water type and all."


"Same here sis," Mikey nodded, "I'm gonna stick out like a sore thumb out in the desert, I ain't a fennec."


"Least I'm the closest, I don't mind the heat. Hey Zak, you looking forward to desert warfare?" Ghost asked.


"Hell yeah man, I'm up for it. What's a little sun and heat for a half dragon half panther eh? Sounds like my kind of battlefield."

[tangletail]

"You can stop with the Sir, Jason." the fox grumbled as he looked on past the destruction of the old rig. "Do me a favor will you and make sure that facility over there is dealt with completely. I don't need anyone scratching up some old cells or finding a live infected do you hear me?"

[Otebon Albrecht]

"Titania..." Althea said as she leaned back in her seat. Despite her compatriots reluctance, Althea felt a surge of unconditional happiness. She loved the desert. Arid environments never really bothered her (sure it wrecked havoc with her fur, but it was worth it when it was warm...) and such a hot place always made her feel more... alive.


To make it even better, a flat, arid, plane was a sniper's playground. You set yourself up in a natural hide and you rule the land for miles... You could stay out there for years with no one to bother you. A perfect get away...


She was barely listening as the Lylatian Sergeant. She couldn't agree with him more (which kind of bothered her. He had been the enemy not three hours ago!) about the destruction of the base. That kind of weapon was never meant to have been made. If she had the control and and ability, she would have immolated the entire place down to the subatomics...

[tangletail]

The fox shook his head lightly as he heard the private's response over the coms, and began to remove  his helmet. "I am going to authorized the use of..." the fox trailed off as he looked on out through the window to the remains of the base to analyze the damage before speaking once more, "The use of Heavy Mortars." And with that he disconnected himself from the video feed.


Olaris heaved a light sigh as he soon began to think about all that just happened today as he brought his left hand up to tap a button just underneath a metal collar bone plate. "Degeneration process beginning," a voice from the speakers of his helmet whispered softly in a rasping tone. The suit, along with the helmet, began to glow in a blueish color and soon pulled away from the fox's body all into one device that was strapped to his back all while revealing a very small and sleek fennec fox dressed in camouflaged cargo's and a grey beater. While the bulk lost wasn't that much, it was very apparent though that the suit did make up most of the fox's overall appearance. "Whats this about Titania now," the fox asked as he began to adjust his

[BusterBuizel]

"Intel has found another logistics base. This time it will be a joint insertion between us and the Helljumpers. Andrew and the rest of his Alpha Team will be joining in from Fichina. We're suppose to take out a CO in charge of requstitions. We will be dropping in via pods during a meteor shower, sniper mission, Althea you're up to the plate first. I'll be your backup shooter, can't be at 110% in that heat so you'll have to take the shot. You up to break my mom's record?" Tanya explained, hinting at her mother's universal 2 mile killshot record, "2.1 miles, we're gonna be using the Mk3X Balistics 8mm Round for our X8 Railrifle. The perch is the closest sniper spot available for assassination."


"What the hell are we gonna do Tanya? Squad's gonna be too big," Zak asked through the noise of the engine.


"Make some friends with the LRM, you've got Olaris there, say hi."


Zak kicked his foot back on a nearby crate, slipping his hands behind his head with a neutral look on his face, "Yo, Zak Sintari. Look, about what happened on the battlefield. Not just on Fichina, but everywhere else we've been. You probably have some reservations of us, and it probably isn't that great. You probably see us as murderers and shit, and we might have killed a lot of your buddies out there. And for that I speak on behalf of the team. We're sorry... I know it won't bring them back, but... Maybe the UPF can."

[Otebon Albrecht]

Althea had no words for the Captain. She knew enough to know that speaking about those that had gone before with the ones that were held responsible for their crossing only opened old wounds. She kept her eyes on Olaris as he responded. She wanted to know what caliber of a person he was. Was he going to lash out and break the already terse peace that was forming?


As she studied the Captain, her mind began to go through the logistics of a 2 mile shot.


Everything has to be taken into account. Everything. Wind speed and direction along the entire pathway of the bullet. One errant gust can knock it off course. The rifle has to be perfectly sighted before the shot. But to make a Cold Bore shot, that's going to have to be done well before hand. Probably will have to carry the Railrifle in with a carrier to minimize bumping. Air temperature has to be known. Particulate count. Thermal locations. Hell, even the curvature of the planet has to be accounted for when making a shot that long...

Althea kept her eyes on the Captain. His reaction would either make her go into this mission with a sense of calm for she knew he was going to watch her back or a sense of terror for they will have invited a predator into their midst. While she did that however, she began to download as much information as she could about Titania for review on the way back.

[BusterBuizel]

Everyone became silent as they awaited Olaris' response. They noticed that he was in deep thought and was indecisive on how to handle the statement.