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The team was assembled of three cats and four rabbits, Razz among them, suited in a black armor. The ops team was created exclusive of Razz, and he would not be mentioned in the mission files aside from his military number, 57.
"Men," Captain Delphi strode before the dozen soldiers at attention before him. "This begins Recon Mission Reclaimation. You will be teleported one mile due south of the L'zrd temple on Medivo. Your mission is to locate the L'zrd princess Larh'ii, who is believed to be lapine, possibly jackrabbit, light-colored. Obtain samples. Do not be seen. This is a L'zrd ritual day so we're hoping the temple will be mostly vacant. It's the best chance we've got. You know everything I'm telling you, you've heard this all before, you've been briefed and debriefed and you know your jobs. This shouldn't be too hard, girls. Let's go."

No, it wasn't supposed to have been this hard, Razz thought grimly. But it had gone wrong from the beginning, with the teleportation mistargeting due to some kind of undetectable L'zrd shielding. The L'zrd were all about organic weapons, defenses, technology, all of which was hard to locate with any radar. The team was dropped over a half-mile radius almost three miles from the temple and only three of them found each other in time to receive confirmation from headquarters to continue the mission. Razz, a burly calico cat missing an ear, Harley, and a light green, almost white furred rabbit called Vistana jogged the three miles to the temple.
That was just the start. The pouring Medivan rain made the going hard but the three of them had to split up once they reached the temple grounds. Still a quarter mile from the temple, there were L'zrd sentries everywhere, unheard of for any L'zrd temple even with the war. Turtles paced the muddy stones as well, grunting to themselves as they hefted clubs over their shoulders. Razz heard a click in his ear as Vistana keyed his comm.
"Diversion," Vistana murmured, as the highest ranking, impromptu team leader. "Blueprints say medical bay is three floors directly below the South entrance- that's the one directly in front of us. MaTazz, you have only menial equipment?" Razz confirmed. The two cats who should have been carrying the DNA sampling equipment were among the missing. "Harley, you have anything?" "Just the guns in my hands, boss," Harley grunted back.
"Mission still has potential for success. MaTazz, head for the south entrance. We'll divert the patrols and give you a clear path into the temple. It should be relatively vacated inside but once you're in, we can't help you. Harley, once he's in, we'll keep security as far away as we can and attempt to contact the rest of the team for an evac."

That was about six hours ago, Razz reckoned, clutching his side where a L'zrd, in an unexpected moment of heroics, had dealt him a blow to the ribcage with a spined mace. A rib or two was surely broken and the flesh torn, bleeding badly, as he'd discarded the armor for too heavy. His communicator had died long since and his last communication with Vistana and Harley was a garbled transmission that he couldn't be sure about, all he knew was the diversion didn't seem to have worked yet. He ducked and ran from structure to structure, boots heavy with mud and fur soaked with sweat and rain and at the doorway he paused and looked around. The locks were complex, and there was still a turtle he'd been dodging as he ran. The empty blaster in his hand was useless; he dropped it, and stripped a weapon from the gecko that lay dead on the stones beside him. Three shots took his opponent down with a blaze of local shields. He turned back to the lock; as if a machine he figured the keycodes and manipulated the structure to allow him access. The elaborately decorated door clicked twice and slid into the wall, but Razz was through as soon as it was open enough to allow him.
It was a mistake. He registered the softly glowing shield barrier only in time to realize they were panel mines, triggered by living flesh, and he crashed full tilt into the green translucence.
The explosion left Razz dazed, spinning in and out of consciousness, nearly collapsing though he managed to climb to his feet. His limbs were heavy and blood dripped into his eyes, but he knew he had to move- an error of this magnitude could bring the L'zrds at any second, and time was already short. He skirted the panel of shielding and moved beyond it, to a door he unlocked quickly with the glowing keypad to the right of it. It slid sideways with a small hiss of compressors and he lurched into the elevator, descending quickly with an unpleasant feeling in his stomach. The lift slowed, stopped, and the doors pulled in, revealing a corridor with three doors on either side. Razz swallowed hard and prepared to open the first door, but before his paw could reach the keypad a door farther down opened and he responded instinctively, silenced blaster in his paw and aimed at the chameleon's head. It died before the door closed, and Razz hastened towards the scaly body, avoiding yellow blood, and crouched before the open door. It was a chamber of medical cells, but all were completely empty, and he returned to the corridor, this time walking slowly up and down it, inspecting each door. He finally selected one of two that were slightly unique. The locks were organic - Razz's forte - but he had no time to exercise his brain in jacking them. He seized the bony wrist of the dead L'zrd and thrust the palm of the hand into the lock panel, where it was received and enveloped by shimmering grey mist. The already waning body heat did not affect it's result; L'zrds were forced to alter standard organic security devices to allow for their cold blooded bodies. The door swung inward on heavy hinges- no smooth sliding electronics.