Mission One: Ciricunius II

Well that went well.

"Hmmf."

We could still put on the Rebel clothes. However, some of them have urine stains, which will evaporate over time but the smell will linger, and some have blood around the knee area. Others have bloodstains through out the clothing because of our fearless leader being trigger happy. Well done. We'll arrive at the rebel base in the blood stained clothes of their comrades. At least the blood stains are not large, and could be passed off as other stains not related to blood. We could still have a chance. Unless the base has a password, in which case our glorious leader as begun to verily screw us over.

Sinead did not seem to accept this answer, if anything it confused her even more. Why would the fight to save humanity involve killing their own species? Her lips moved as if she wanted to reply but she stopped and said nothing, for a brief moment the light of madness was replaced with something that could have been mistaken for intelligence. A brief window of self awareness, yet it lingered only long enough to be noticed before vanishing as quickly as it came. Like dew under a harsh morning sun.

"Am I done? No, we've still got these two shit heads to deal with."

Hayha looked back at the one not clambering for breath under his knee, and shot at him, the bullet whirring past his head.
One of his hands reached down, pulling the second one up, coughing and spluttering.

"Now, we're gonna play a game. I call it 'Who Can Tell Us How To Get In First'. Whichever one talks first, and honestly, gets to live. The other gets to join his friends."

"Have them strip down first, so if we need their clothes, we won't have more blood on them."

Like seriously. does anyone here use logic?

Hayha smiled, looking at them both.

"Not a bad idea. You heard him."

"Why kill them? No other innies will want them after they surrendered" Sinead objected to the idea of shooting them both. "Take them prisoner"

taking them prisoner could work too. It's unlikely that they would spill the beans at the rebel gate only to be shot in the back, they seem far too cowardly for that.

"We could do that too. We can strip down the dead, and we may be able to mismatch the clothes so that we all have clean, or, cleaner rebel outfits. "

"Get whatever info you can first, Hayha," She said, "We'll decide depending on what they tell us, strip the uniforms first, though,"

"Perhaps have one of us stay in our uniform?" Sinead suggested. "The rest be disguised as the Innies and they could say there are more of them out there, they send more guards out which of course there aren't but they don't know that" She grinned slightly. "The team then gets in easier with less people to fight as more are sent out chasing a blue squirrel"

They all sorta... got naked I guess. (I'm not sure if I'm allowed to control NPCs or not)

Sasha pulled the insurrectionist uniform over her own, preferring to keep the ODST bodysuit on as well.
"Orchestra, you stay as you are. You just volunteered to be our prisoner,"

After the two rebels were stripped down to their undergarments, Hayha looked at the two of them and frowned.

"Should we keep them both alive, or just one? I don't really think we need the challenge of handling two of these fuckers."

The Sergeant looked at the one covered in dirt, ready to whack him around the head the second he got the 'okay'.

"Kill them both, unless they have something they want to tell us about their base," Sasha answered.

"We should keep one of them alive, it will help having someone who knows the inside of the base, instead of fumbling around blindly." I added.

Sinead opened her mouth to object but stopped herself, it was her idea so the plan was sound... She did however speak up on the defence of their two prisoners. "We should take them back with us or just let them go I doubt they will run and warn anyone..." She argued.

"Do we need another liability?" Sasha retorted, glaring at Sinead as she did, "If they talk, they might get to live,"

"Half of them surrendered before you killed the other half. I don't think that'll be a problem."

"It's too much of a risk," Sasha answered, "Hayha, shoot them,"

Hayha sighed, nodding and popping both of them.

"And with that, goes any chance we had of getting a brief layout of the base."

Sinead looked disgusted at the blatant slaughter of human life, to her it was murder. Her face for a brief moment broke from the usual insanity that covered it, revealing the revulsion that she clearly felt. She chose to no longer object since the gunfire had signalled the end of two human lives... Where the aliens not the enemy?

(BECAUSE I DO WHAT I WANT.)

Sasha looked at the bodies and clenched her fist slightly at Hayha's words. Her first mission and already it was going to shit. Her own team either didn't listen or they already thought they knew better than she did. If this kept up... they'd probably all be killed.

"As soon as you're all done criticising my decision," She said, "Suit up in the innie uniforms and prepare to move,"

"I guess." It's about damn time too. I throw the innie uniform on. Now it was a matter of being convincing.

Sinead helped to clean up the area humming quietly as she did so. It was clear that she had seen far too much conflict or slaughter. Part of her knew full well that she should have helped her team, she should have pulled the trigger on those rebels. Yet... She didn't but she might need to. Assuming she survives the being prisoner part of the mission.
She wished she wore her armour, she wished she carried her launcher. "Then all hell let loose." She muttered morbidly in a childish voice which made her sound even creepier. If she by some dark means survived the war her future would probably involve a padded cell, safely away from all the fire works and whiz bang not to mention any other kind of explosive weapon or item.