Mooning on the offensive

This is a JP between myself, Chris Harris and Nathan aka Dante.
Who: Dante, Chris, Mk10, Jay, Seymour etc
When: Later
Where: Shellite compound
Dante breathed deeply, as he did so his view through his bino's moved
up and down slightly in time with his breathing. As be panned the
ship Dante checked the 6 security post's dotted round a rather flimsy
looking fence line that scouted the perimeter of the ship. This ship
was strange like nothing he had seen before but still some how quite
familiar. The dark cluster ship was made up of what looked like
hundreds of oversized shells, all knitted neatly together. Inside the
perimeter many Technicians and engineers worked to get the ship ready
for the launch day.
Dante turned to face his boss, "Right sir, what do you reckon."
"This is going to be a huge operation" said Chris to Mk & Dante, "We
all deserve smegging promotions if we pull this off" he added loudly,
so that Jay would hear.
"It's going to be nigh on impossible to get into the ship without
being seen. We need a distraction"
"Oh, Seymour?" Said Mk, persuasively. "We need you to moon those
Shellite security guards to give us a chance to get into the ship"
"Very funny Mk. But I think I have seen enough of those things,"
Seymour waved a rather shaky hand in the direction of the Shellite
camp. "To last me for quite a while." Chris rubbed his chin and cheek
with his hand thinking hard. He scanned the bedraggled excuse for a
security team that he had left. It consisted of himself, Dante, Mk10
and a slack hand full of Security grunts. "Well we have enough for a
direct assault but, if we split down into three groups we can make
this a lot easier for our selves."
"Bagse not Seymour!" called Dante
"Bagse not got Seymour!" added Chris quickly.
"Smeg" said a disappointed Mk10. "Seymour, just moon them so we can
get this all over with, or we'll tell all the staff that you wear
nail polish"
"How did you…." Began Seymour, looking down at his dirty nails,
stopping abruptly, "If it's what must be done for the sake of the
crew, then I will do it. Hmph" he added, loudly, the rest of the crew
wondering who he was trying to fool.
The 3 groups were spread out just inside the tree line outside of the
fence line. Mk's group was to get close enough to the front gate to
allow Seymour to moon the Shellite's Then Dante's group would cut a
large hole in the fence line to allow the two remaining groups
(Dante's and Chris's) through and into the compound. Then Dante and
Chris would round up the remaining Shellite security force and
technicians. And wait for Mk before deploying into the ship.
"Right, deploy the Naked Bum." Chris' voice crackled over the radio.
Seymour, rather unhappily, and protesting continuously throughout,
dropped his trousers to the Shellites and bent down. Unfortunately,
he forgot to turn around first.
"Not at US you moron!" shouted Jay. Seymour quickly realized what he
had done, turning a bright shade of crimson, and quickly standing up,
turning around and bending over again. Jay & co cringed at what they
saw next.
The shellites saw Seymour and his antics and responded by raising
their weapons in his general direction.
"Ah" said Jay, standing, defenceless amongst his colleagues and
friends.
While Seymour had been mooning the Chief Navigation Officer, Dante's
team had cut through the fence. Dante entered first. He had chosen
this spot as it was just behind one of there guard posts but out of
view from the other's. Dante crept up behind the first of the guards
and re-holstered his knife into the Shellite's soft neck. Doing this
incurred the wrath of the Shellite's voice box.
His high pitched scream mimicked the terrified scream Captain Jed
Calvert had made when he had found out that George W. Bush the 4th
was gonna be president again. This not only alerted the guard next to
the injured Shellite but all of the Shellite in the compound. "Ahh
Smeg so much for stealth."
"FORWARD, GO, GO, GO!" screamed Harris into his radio.
At which point, both his group and Mk's pushed through the hole in
the fence and took aim at Shellites in the most threatening
positions.
"Fire!" added Dante to the radio communications, "For the love of god
fire!".
A barrage of the fire rained down on the Shellite compound.
"Careful not to hit the ship!" said Harris, "Dante, Mk10, looks like
we'll have to modify the plan a bit. See that door on the right hand
side of the ship from where I am? We need to force our way through
and take the ship room by room, got it?" He ordered.
"Mk." said Dante turning to the robot who now stood on top of the
second shellite. "If you and the boss make a bee line for the main
door to stop any one getting in and raising the alarm. I will take my
group round clean up take hostages and meet you inside."
"How about I give the orders Dante." Piped in Chris.
Some sort of smug look appeared on Mk's face as if to say 'Now your
in trouble!'
"But good thinking I like it maybe You'll make security Captain one
day. Right Dante's group stay here remainder follow me."
Chris legged it towards the door, twin pistols in hand, taking pot
shots at random Shellites. "MK, you still with me?" he asked, not
having time to turn around and look.
"Yes, sir" he replied quickly.
They quickly reached the door of the spaceship but found that the
door wouldn't open, and also found that random Shellites taking shots
at them didn't help.
"Mk, you're like my little R2-D2, plug yourself into that panel and
get that smegging door open – quickly! I'll cover you"
While R2 MK tried to open the door Dante had spotted a power
generator. "You two!" Dante pointed at two of his security guards
almost huddled together behind a wall. They both looked dumbly at
their section commander. With the light shining strongly behind him
and plasma rounds whooshing past his head. Their commander
unflinching. They felt in awe, inspired.
See that Generator over there I want you to disable it and I don't
care how." Dante watched as the two now rather brave and courageous
feeling grunts carried out prefect fire and manoeuvre drills in the
direction of the generator covering each other all the way. Dante
turned in time to see the last of his security grunts left, fall to
the hands of a rather experienced looking Shellite.
Dante didn't have time to react the Shellite was on top of him trying
to strangle him.
Dante managed to stay on his feet, his right heel dug deep in to the
slightly soggy ground. "Not today," he mumbled in to the face of the
now rather confused Shellite. "Not today, today is not a good day to
die." Dante kneed the offending Shellite in the ging-gang-goolies,
and the amphibian fell to the ground.
"Ahhh shit!" exclaimed Chris as he looked down to see blood pouring
out of his arm. "Dante, you've done field medication, get your ass
over here and gimme a tourniquet! And Mk, hurry up with that bloody
door!" he added, raising his gun and aiming at the Shellite that shot
him and putting a bullet in his forehead.
"I've got the door!" said Mk-10, the door opening in front of him,
leaving him with a smug face before he entered.
Dante finished tying up the last of the Shellite's on his side of the
compound. "You two," again he pointed at the two recently motivated
grunts, "Stay here provided covering fire and guard these hostages,
escort them inside when safe to do so." Dante returned the salute
that he was offered by the grunts to signify that they understood and
would comply and with a parting kick to the face of his last attacker
Dante speed off to assist his boss.
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