Durgama Takeover

Infinity

"I'll show you how a knight dies" - Defending the Communication module from Nomad infiltration

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Order Sergeant Isabella Donati, Hospitaller Knights of St. John

ST. MICHAEL HOSPITALLER CRUISER, CONCILIUM PRIMA LOW ORBIT

Isabella leans her back against the elevator wall, her head facing the door as she was taught to do, and a deep sigh makes its way from her chest to break the perfect silence of the room.
She looks at her hands wrapped in heavy gloves and trimmed armor.
Shit, they're still shaking.
She must try to calm down before she reaches Captain Leonhart to draw up the report of the assault.
She and her group had been taken by surprise and she couldn’t bear this, they had been attacked like inexperienced recruits.
The thought of the trust that the Captain had always reserved to her, of his encouraging smile in response to her often worried face, of that strong hand familiarly resting on her shoulder hurts her, makes her feel small, insignificant, wrong. He had pinned his hopes on her and she had let him down like that, and she didn't know how to tell him. How could she recite a list of the dead and wounded without making her voice tremble and cry? Ramora Leonhart, her teacher, her captain, her myth, would have thought she was incapable and would have sent her back as a security guard in the St. John's bank.
She punches her chest, full of anger.
"Calm down, damn it, focus. Review it," she says through gritted teeth.

Nomad deployment
Panoceanian deployment

It had all been so sudden, the intrusion warning signal, the lights beginning to flash intermittently, the patrolmen scattering and taking their positions. That gruff Teutonic said to stand firm, that the positions were excellent, that the strategy would work in their favor. And she initially believed him, the Trinitarian had nailed the nomad Moran who tried to advance towards the console in line of sight, it seemed that this could be enough to stop the advance of the infiltrated group. But then that damned hacker showed up, that bitch who screwed everything up.

Our Lieutenant, the GRUFF Teutonic Knight

"You are so weak, so inadequate." she thinks, casting an angry glance at her hacking device, as the elevator continues inexorably to go up towards the captain's office.

Lieutenant and Sergeant take cover behind an elaboration module
A fu*ing Moran and a very judging (GRUFF) Teuton
The Trinitarian did her best ("I don't like Jazz")
"Raveneye are you ok? So Raveneye are you ok? Are you ok, Raveneye?"

Gunshots everywhere, the leader of the Teutons, isolated from an hacking attack, who loses all contact with the group, friendly and enemy fire that mix and fill the air with deafening whistles, the crosier who tries to heal up as many soldiers as he can. When the Trinitarian shot the enemy hacker we all thought that things were going to end well, but that bitch strongly wanted to live and their doctor was efficient, too efficient.
The Lieutenant falls, the Raveneye Officer falls, finished by the enemy Moran, the Bulleteer is barely able to wound an Evader perched just ahead, in an advantageous position, before being turned off. The second Teutonic opens fire on the Moran, killing him just before being shot down by the Evader. That’s how a knight falls, his voice echoing in everyone's Comlog in one last prayer.

A very sad Crosier and a "VERY SHOCKED" Isabella
"Good night sweet princess" Trinitarian to Jazz

A bitter smile is drawn on Isabella's face at the thought. Even in his last moments that man, in perfect Teutonic style, remained cold and impassive, proud to give his soul to God.
The girl's fingers move frantically in the storage compartment on the back of her armor in search of her trusty flask and, after finding it, she takes long gulps of whiskey until her throat burns. She sighs. This is one of the many little vices that Captain Ramora taught her; that man was responsible for many of her recent bad habits, but she was grateful, he was the only one who managed to scratch the armor inside of her, and make her more human.
"You have to melt, Sergeant." he always repeated, laughing.
Now she had melted, and she was afraid.
How could she tell him that any attempt by her and the Trinitarian to block Jazz, the infamous hacker, had been in vain, and that the infiltrators had transferred the station’s communication data? She had only been able to hack the Diablo, now they had some information on one Lucio Garcia from Corregidor. Small consolation.
She glances at her own reflection on the mirrored side walls of the elevator and puts a hand on her short, masculine hair, which doesn’t cover her overly large ears. She bites her lip, staring at her figure in military clothes, so similar to that of a man: for a single moment, at the thought of being about to see Ramora, everything disappears, and only the bitter desire to be more feminine and beautiful remains. For just a moment her heart skips a beat.
She shakes her head. This has never interested her before, and she doesn't have to care now, especially now.
"You're just a fool." she thinks, looking at the number of floors, less and less, that separate her from his office, scrolling on the display.
"You will come in, you will report, he will be ashamed of you and you will never see each other again."
She runs her fingers on the digital interface of the Comlog, rearranging the list of the fallen and injured, and she hears the lift stop slowly.
"Here we are."
The doors in front of her open, she clenches her hands at her sides before stepping forward and standing on the threshold, in a military salute.
"Sergeant Isabella Donati reporting, Sir!"

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