Major Raszagal - Presidium District, City of Antioch
Raszagal and her team moves silently through the streets of the Presidium, taking cover and cautiously rounding each corner. Although each phaser rifle was equipped with an integrated bio-scanner, it was never a bad idea to take manual precautions, considering the fact that sensors were not difficult to trick.
Suddenly, she felt the presence of hostiles a split second before her scanners detected them. A medium Heraani search party, no doubt sent to recover the survivors of the crash... or more likely to ensure there were none. She dropped to one knee, and held her left fist into the air, the UFMC signal to hold. She switched to her sniper rifle, and spotted down the avenue, attempting to get a visual glimpse of the enemies. Raszagal noticed that the Heraan were moving with focused intent, not the inquisitive manner in which one searched. This meant that they already had a target, and were moving to close on it. They did not seem to be headed in the marines' direction, however, and that meant that they had located the crash site.
She immediately pulled out her tricorder and flipped it open, getting a much wider view of the area. Her scans located the same group of Heraani soldiers, as well as a number of allied signatures and a large mass of polyduranium plating, most likely the hull of Charile 0-2-2. The friendly signatures were approximately six hundred meters from their current location, and the Heraan were only four hundred from the crash.
"Marines, hustle, double time!" she said in her best Corps attitude. "We've got a party to crash."
Raszagal and her team moves silently through the streets of the Presidium, taking cover and cautiously rounding each corner. Although each phaser rifle was equipped with an integrated bio-scanner, it was never a bad idea to take manual precautions, considering the fact that sensors were not difficult to trick.
Suddenly, she felt the presence of hostiles a split second before her scanners detected them. A medium Heraani search party, no doubt sent to recover the survivors of the crash... or more likely to ensure there were none. She dropped to one knee, and held her left fist into the air, the UFMC signal to hold. She switched to her sniper rifle, and spotted down the avenue, attempting to get a visual glimpse of the enemies. Raszagal noticed that the Heraan were moving with focused intent, not the inquisitive manner in which one searched. This meant that they already had a target, and were moving to close on it. They did not seem to be headed in the marines' direction, however, and that meant that they had located the crash site.
She immediately pulled out her tricorder and flipped it open, getting a much wider view of the area. Her scans located the same group of Heraani soldiers, as well as a number of allied signatures and a large mass of polyduranium plating, most likely the hull of Charile 0-2-2. The friendly signatures were approximately six hundred meters from their current location, and the Heraan were only four hundred from the crash.
"Marines, hustle, double time!" she said in her best Corps attitude. "We've got a party to crash."