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Multiple Settings Plumbers: A multiverse fixer RP

Teddy was caught off-guard by the sudden death of the soldier he had just dislocated the jaw of, but took the opportunity to get out of the way of the others, so that they could finish off the remaining soldiers. As he did, he picked up whatever weapon the soldier had on him, 'etching' himself temporarily to it, while also searching if he had any extra ammo and a holster, before putting the holster on himself and holstering the gun.
 
With all the commotion going on it was fairly easy to sneak up through the secret hatch and back into the safehouse. Shaz- or Kine in this case- held her gun and knife and closely. Cautiously she snuck up on the officer and attempted to subdue him with a quick bash to the head.
 
Shazrazya: Roll 4. Marginal success. Officer knocked out.
Shaz creeped up behind the officer. He had his back turned to her, making it that much easier. She held her gun tightly and smashed the butt right into the back of his head. He let out a grunt and made a loud thud when he hit the ground.

"Was war das?" One of the soldiers said from the kitchen area. "Warten." He told his comrades and cautiously walked to where his commander was. One down, four more in the house to go.
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As Cama went though the door back outside he could see that the chaos was unfolding. Annoyed as he may have been that his team had sprung the attack, he couldn't see them anywhere. In fact the only other people than the nazi he could see were a group behind cover with more advanced equipment and armor decorated with a white skull on the chest. Those were not his team, it was Barret's.

They seemed to have been holding out on their own for now. Nazi counterattack was being pushed back, he could wonder what exactly he could do in this fight. The answer would come from his left.

"BIG FUCKER TO THE RIGHT, MOVE!" One of Barret's men yelled as he moved out of the way of the vehicle wreck coming their way. Cama looked to his left from where that hunk of flaming metal had come from. A boisterous laugh could be heard from the other Über. "Come Helmunt!" He bellowed "Let us show them why we are Über!" Cama could already see the other plumbers preparing to fire back as the Über prepared to throw another piece of wreckage.
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"I got him." Prax said as he approached the surrendering nazi. The man didn't know what hit him as the commander punched him out cold. "Let's move." The group moved through the gate into the base itself. In the distance they can hear the firefight between the nazis and Barett's team. It allowed for them to slip relatively unseen as the majority of attention was drawn to the other side of the base. They briskly walked past what appeared to be a mess hall. The commotion had the side effect of leaving the building's doors wide open and the interior empty, save for maybe the staff in charge of cooking. Just beyond it, they could see their target building that housed the formula. There was still no sign of the outsider however and Barret's inside man had been quiet.

"You had to take that one, huh?" Checkers could be heard over the comms. "I see a few more up ahead coming your way just around the corner." She was silent for a second. "One of them looks important. Officer of some kind."

"Got it. Take your shot and we'll-" A gunshot was heard from the nearby tower. A quick check showed that nobody was hurt. Which meant "Checkers, you heard that?"

"Yeah, I heard it alright. Nearly got me too." She could be heard making some adjustments "You guys take care of your group, I'm gonna be busy with this idiot."

Prax peaked around the corner to spot the patrol approaching. Checkers was right. It was another group flanking what appeared to be an officer. He looked towards the officer for a second too long and the man stared back. He raised a hand and started barking orders.

"Shit! Inside, now!" Prax motioned to the mess hall. Once inside, he flipped a couple of the tables for cover.
 
Oh fuck no, Cama couldn't identify the armed team attacking the Nazis, and chances are they probably couldn't identify him either. It's worth a try at least to see if they were paying attention to what he was doing in the briefing earlier, so Cama flashes the x-sign he hoped the others understand would mark him as a friend. He holds it up for a few seconds before moving over to another pile of debris to pick it up. He wasn't going to fling it at Barret's men though, but at the other Uber nearby. If the x-sign didn't work, then surely this would.
 
Teddy followed the others to cover, helping flip a table before gripping the weapon he had picked up earlier tightly. Despite the benefits his 'etching' gives him, including to the point of allowing him to pseudo-aim through the gun itself, this is the first time he'd be actually using a weapon in combat with it. He just hoped he would be of use.
 
Shaz couldn't tell if one of the other soldiers was having a stroke or if he was speaking some other language. Nonetheless she took up cover along the wall and waited for the second soldier to come to her. With the gun ready and her finger resting on the trigger the soldier would be given an easy choice: shut up or bite the bullet. His choice.
 
Slerk continued to breathe heavily in panic and stuck close to Elisa as the fighting continued. This must all be just a bad dream he thought to himself and closed his eyes as hard as he could. If he couldn't see what was happening, then it wasn't happening.
 

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