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Post by Circe on Jul 14, 2018 22:59:25 GMT -6
"Eh.. these lot seem good at... well that thing." Rei replied, finding herself for the first time in a long time struggling for the Common word. Shaking her head, she wondered if at some point she had hit her head or if the drugs they'd given her to knock her out were beginning to affect her mind. Rei knew that she knew the right word, and it was just at the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't say it. It was a very strange feeling and only added to her paranoia and discomfort she'd been having since before her encounter with the IIA agent out in the Rim.
Though suddenly Rei found herself disgusted by the foul stream of fluids emitting from the man's mouth and nose. She guessed or rather assumed that that they had likely drugged him too at some point in time, and whatever they had used didn't seem to be tolerated well by just about anyone. Making a slight face, she waited until Behzad was done, and wondered briefly if it was contagious. While he fact that he was laying there for a time not moving was admittedly concerning, and Rei did consider chalking it up to the price that Sky's Edge seemed intent on exacting upon it's residents; willing or otherwise.
"...You done?" Rei commented, crossing her arms over her chest as her attention was soon turned to the door on the cell. It seemed rather basic, like something that could potentially be fooled into a bypass with metal shorting out the connections at just the right points. Tilting her head to the side and squinting thoughtfully for a moment, Rei briefly considered this, but also the risks of it failing in the closed position instead of open.
"Look.. just save your pretty speeches and help me getting us the fuck out of here to that sick bay."
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Post by littlekreen on Jul 15, 2018 1:02:04 GMT -6
The final chain gave at the plate as concrete bolts stayed firm but the sodden concrete did not. She made a small whirr in RF as the best humanlike noise she could muster. Limping forward into the lights of the prison cell turned temporary surgical unit just down the hall from medical she hesitated a moment. A moments weakness born from the amount of injury she'd sustained since arrival. Sores all over her carapace enough to burn the fuzz off the tasers in charred black welts. Replacements for the sedatives that proved inadequate to withstand fluorocarbon based blood particularly when they were turning it acidic by zapping her constantly. At the center of her weakness a diamond shaped hole in her carapace where they'd extracted one of her hearts. It grew back slowly, just a hapless throbbing bit of muscle, but one could see it there under the translucent web of pink carapace growing back overtop in weak thin strands. She knew the removed organs was a design to keep her too weak to tear out the chains. They hadn't earned the right for a matriarch to tell them that this time they'd waited too long focusing on someone else and left her time to heal. The only ones she still respected were the ones that brought her food though the others kept the plant matter from her. Specifically mushroom grow kits haphazardly plunked on the floor just inside the door where she normally couldn't reach them. The other boxes and medical bits that weren't food a meaningless hated blur her starved mind couldn't yet acknowledge.
Bouncing choruses of chain links sang by way of a limp from one leg a bit too new that matched three furled wings one just a spar passing the dim emergency light. The main lights flicked on as she neared enough to reach out with her mind and will an impulse that didn't blow away into the blurred mind's eye. The swirl itself toppled her to one side near the sawdust bricks growing white caps by the axe-pangs of hunger. Lower pair of pointed arms scrabbled at the block to cling to plastic and drag it closer. Squelching from floor itself sticky and wet partly because the whole place was sodden and second from the amount of her blood poured onto it. Mismatched upper pair of hands show one with pale fingers since grown back broke off caps. Each moving to an aching mouth fingers and mandibles fumbling with barely the energy to grip and some old black shock-marks there. The mushrooms themselves got drips of white from fractured forearms bleeding around heavy metal shackles. In the moment nothing more on her mind for now than filling her empty stomach and forcing her body to use it to put itself back together.
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Jul 15, 2018 22:10:54 GMT -6
While Harkov inspected the chains, Behzad tasked himself with getting into a sitting position flat on his ass, legs out straight. Sure, it sounded simple, but with a newly snapped leg it was torture, and took him just about as long. "That thing? This place works fast," he chuckled a little, but it quickly devolved into wincing, "see if you can break off any quality lengths," he grunted. His attention was shifting elsewhere; sifting through broken shards of the floor.
"I'dunno about you, but I'd take a shitty chain garrote over my bare hands right now.." Why are you trying to make small talk in this hell?
His hand finally ran over a piece just right, essentially a short, thin concrete stick, and the closest thing to a splint for 800m. Now it just needed a rough twin, so the clumsy hunt was resumed. "Here's what's bothering me though," he tossed a a small shard over his shoulder, which pinged off the door. "We bust out, close the door behind us, all is well," another got held up to the flickering light, but a sharp grunt seemed to dismiss it, "then half way to Med they come to collect you, are greeted with an empty cell, and proceed to roll the claxons.."
Finally!
Behzad let his statement hang for a moment, hoping his cellie had a counterpoint, while he stripped his shirt off. It too took a fair doing, his hands still refusing to cooperate, and his eyes all but useless, resulting in a whole lot of swearing. When he finally got it, the sight of it was hell - what was once part of a proud, pressed Lance green, was now just rotting, tattered, and so soaked with blood, and bile you couldn't make a colour out. Almost fitting.
"Now," he continued on, the sound of material ripping filling the cell's background, "if we wait for them to come check, or get their attention to stage an ambush, it's not gunna be too goddamn long before they start wondering where their buddy is, and cue investigation, and claxons..I'm sure you see what I'm getting at here."
The maze of penutumblers crumbled one by one behind the glass after the scanner retreated, and last code-string had been entered. Each, and every individual deadbolt interlinking with both the preceeding, and proceeding like an Ouroboros, and all of them releasing in opposing directions from both sides. It was more than a bit of a boondoggle, but definite craftsmanship had gone into it, resulting in on very secure, and slow door.
Jason watched as he always did, it took about twenty seconds, and he had the rhythm down nicely. He always expected it to fault somewhere, maybe a release lag, or a timing malfunctioning, but somehow it always danced its danced. Even with all the abuse Lance threw at it, all the neglect Rojo did, it just stayed there. Doing it's job. A rarer thing couldn't be found on Sky's Edge anymore.
That sad realisation didn't truly sink in for him until he heard one of the door's four massive main locks slide into place with a deep thud. Something about the finality of its echo. As soon as the last main bolt withdrew the door issued a heavy hiss, and a subtle ka-chunk, popping slightly ajar. He stared at the tiny gap, grimacing at the pallid orange glow creeping out. The smell would hit next, but that didn't bother him half as much as the voices. Not anymore.
Here we go..
Jason jammed his eyes shut, and grit his jaw hard enough to creek. He knew he just had to wait it out, twenty-seven seconds, and the screams would stop, but somehow that just didn't make it any easier. More than anything it was the sense of helplessness eating him alive, intellectually he knew he couldn't have made a difference then, couldn't have saved a single life no matter what he had done. But this time? Now?
How long can I keep pretending my hands are clean..
Opening his eyes he went limp, his voice broken, "Well, there you go.."
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Post by Circe on Jul 15, 2018 22:50:31 GMT -6
"Oi... no." Rei commented as she did as the other suggested and searched through the remains of the rusted chain. "Many are corroded.." She remarked shaking her head as she ran her hands across the lengths of chain. This wasn't going to do at all, and she was really starting to wish that they hadn't decided to search her before tossing her in a drugged stupor into the cell.
"They'll roll 'em anyway. No way 'round." Rei added continuing to shake her head as she squatted down, and continued to examine the pieces of metal and debris on the floor. She was largely left with trying to pick an electronic lock with a paperclip and convince it that it was a key. Harkov had had worse situations before, but this was almost a new level of crazy for her. 'A small piece of metal.. on the right contact..' She thought to herself as her hands and fingers worked idly at the chains, treating them almost like they were made of tin.
"Ah!" She exclaimed, largely ignoring Behzad's small talk as she went over to the door to examine it.
Nimble fingers and hands ran up and down it's length again before finding a section of a panel she could manipulate open. "Rear access, a fail safe." Rei guessed as she took the pieces of metal she had worked loose from the chains, promptly ramming them into the panel creating a shower of sparks. It wasn't the most elegant of solutions, but it had achieved the desired result as the lock in the door slowly turned over with a grinding thud.
"If it creates the klaxxon.. we use it to our advantage. Confusion is a nice tool." She said as she reached out to open the door, struggling against the corrosion on its tracks, something that was normally assisted by a set of servos; the same ones which Harkov had shorted out moments ago.
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Post by Fife on Jul 16, 2018 19:56:54 GMT -6
Marlene's eyes scanned from left, to right through the door. She took a breath through the respirator, and watched as the orange glow crept out from inside the bunker. "Ship's sensors have begun to malfunction, we will likely lose contact the deeper you proceed into the facility." EVE chimed in with a soft spoken warning.
At this point Marlene was considering best how to ditch her prisoner, as she doubted he would be of any help beyond this point. He was pliant, carried out her commands with little hesitation or resistance, this pliant prisoner deserved to live, deserved to be spared being subject to the Aschen justice system.
"Nothing personal." Marlene said, letting the disruptor PDW fall to her side, hanging from it's strap. She then moved to wrap her arm around his neck, while flexing her bicep to cut off the flow of vital blood to the brain. Unconsciousness would likely be instantaneous, long enough for Marlene to take the gun, and kick it away from the man.
She would then move quickly to bind his wrists behind his back with a pair of flex-cuffs, but the man's life would be spared.
Checking her weapon one more time, she moved through the opened bulkhead door, and into the bunker complex itself. EVE's static voice echoing in her earpiece, while a small holographic map of a seismically scanned portion of the complex flickered in the bottom corner of Marlene's field of view.
She moved along the wall, PDW Pointed straight ahead, finger parallel with the trigger. Her now freed up left arm held up to engage her personal aegis should she require it.
Her footsteps were quiet on the wet concrete, and her movements careful, like a panther on the prowl.
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Post by littlekreen on Jul 16, 2018 21:24:03 GMT -6
Sprinkles stood up as she focused on the feeling of growth in her foot. Muscles flex against sheets of carbon nacre where worn fluorine deprived flesh recovers. Loss of pale nacre to pink in fast forward. The missing heart sluggish and futile with more time to heal. The mushrooms had little more than fluoride and bare nutrition. They only cared for eventual regeneration. A white hand turning pink clenches remembering the texture of disgusting algae tablets. Somewhere around, or a bag for mushrooms, she staggered over to a small bit of tables and shelving. A plastic sample bag was easy enough for pointed grip-arms to straighten and read.
'Matriarch Antenna', she read with trembling arm. She reached to caress fuzzy antennae on her head to reassure that they were still there.
The noisy reflectance of her eyes stared toward the door in fixation. Hands let go to curl the meter or two of surviving chain around her arms. One sensitive might see a soft gentle aura instead turn angular and willful. A thing of focus and drive as close as many Matriarchs other than Nemesis ever got to anger. They had Harkov here and had harmed a Matriarch. Stolen body parts from her in imprisonment. Actions which freed her from an innate conscience that whispered not to destroy.
Purposeful firm steps cross the room to empty algae tablets and remaining mushrooms. With no water nearby she turned to the door as two hands clack against the solid metal. Fumbling dark of telekinesis rolled over the exterior. Thunderous volley of ricochets from screws sprung at speed from their holes. Hissing from loose hydraulic valves and seals in a bullet storm of bouncing metal and sparks. as the light outside died misting fluid caught fire. A fiery explosion immolated rot and disassembled electronics outside the reinforced door.
Sprinkles braced herself with stuck grip-arms lifting the door eviscerating gears inside. Without the hydraulics it wasn't strong enough anymore to keep her in.
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Jul 17, 2018 22:46:02 GMT -6
"Why wouldn't they be," said Behzad with a grimace, "no reason for anything to start working in our favour now, eh?" He didn't know if it was the pain, or how impatiently Harkov was acting that had him so on edge, but he was damn sure either was a liability. No matter how resourceful she was, or how much of a beating she took, she was still a civvie - a headless chicken caught in a tractor's nuts. He knew all too well that kind of shit was the quickest route six feet straight down, and every inch of him wanted to start barking orders, and issusing commands, but instead he just watched her eyeballing the door.
She didn't strike him as the authority type. Hell, she didn't strike him as the friendly suggestion type for that matter.
Moving slowly he got himself upright, doing everything he could to keep weight off the broken leg, and jerry rigged splint. "Well, as long as we," it didn't make much of a difference in the end, and he barely contained a flood of profanities as he felt just how broken it was. "Don't do anything to ra-"
"Oohhh!"
A chill ran down Behzad's spine at the sound, so innocent, but so terrifying. Those wheels are turning a little too Goddamn fast, he thought, finally getting fully upright. In a poorly executed attempt to avoid undo pain he'd contorted into some rather unusual positions, and had ended up facing away from Harkov, only swiveling back in time to see her pry part of the locking mechanism off. Or at least he thought she had, his vision was still too blurry to make much out beyond ten feet.
"..A failsafe.."
That confirmed it, this lady was absolutely hellbent on leaping before she looked, and it didn't seem to bother her whatsoever to drag him right along. "Fuck me! Really?" He would've loved to have said a bit more, but there wasn't time now, thanks to someone, and instead made a mad hobble for the pile of chains. He couldn't watch as she pretty much up, and stabbed the damn thing, but he sure heard the sparks fly. "I won't deny you've got one hell of a sack,' he groaned as he bent over to scoop them up, feeling his brokens ribs in all sorts of places he shouldn't have. "But I don't think running headlong into a firing line is our best bet!"
Snapping around he took aim at the lone light source, the long, flickering strip of L.E.Ds blinking back apathetically. God he'd wanted to smash that fucking thing for so, so many years. Years..? Another violent wave of nausea hit, forcing him to stumble back against the wall. He was on the verge of puking again, the bitter pit of pile left in his stomach was churning faster, and faster, and all be could taste was the steady, lazy drizzle of blood down the back of his throat. After the last bought he had no delusions, he was so low on fluids, and energy that if he went again, he wasn't getting back up. The one time I'd kill for a CMRE, God I'd even take the fuckin' chicken.
The thud of the lock drew his attention away from his stomach, and back to the civvie's genius "plan".
Shaking his head clear Behzad pushed off from the wall, and took aim one more time. With a few practiced rotations of the wrist he had the rusty bit of chain up to a respectable speed, and in a single quick motion lashed out with extreme force. It screeched through the air with a high pitched whistle, and smashed into the equally rusted chain supporting the light fixture. It cleaved straight through, disintegrating in the process, but sending the light straight down with a deafening, echoing clatter. The whole cell was immediately plunged into a thick, and oppressive darkness, the only sounds left Behzad's heavy breathing, and uneven steps.
"Stay to the right of the door," he whispered, "I'll take the left. First person that comes through that door you hold back, wait to see if he has back up before engaging. Either way we live longer if we do this together."
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Post by Circe on Jul 17, 2018 23:29:11 GMT -6
"Keyword being if.." Harkov hissed in return. She was more than willing to run headlong if that meant not having to spent another moment in the concrete prison she'd found herself in. In all honesty, Rei was getting tired of this string of bad endings and waking up in places she didn't remember signing up for. She hadn't heard much outside the cell since she'd arrived, and judging from how poor a shape Bezhad had been in, it wasn't likely that someone would be coming by for awhile. Pressing herself to the right of the door, she waited to hear the sound of boots down the dark and damp outside the cell.
It didn't take long however for either one of them to hear something out in the corridor. A brief rumble echoed through the facility, shaking various rotten bits of concrete loose and ratting the old metal blast like doors in their fittings. Soon the stench of burnt hydraulic fluid, electronic components, and ozone filled the air. "Oh shit..." Rei muttered trying to think on how to work with this new complication. They had needed a distraction and this was it obviously, and she didn't care what had caused it.
With the racket of boots heading down the hallway, Rei quickly pressed herself back close against the right side of the doorframe.
"Hey! What the hell!?" Came shouts from further down the hall towards where the explosion had been. Thick smoke began to roll down the hallway, carrying with it's acrid cloud the smell of more burning fluid. Coughing briefly, Rei covered her mouth as she tried not to breathe in the thick smoke while looking around the door. It sounded like the guards were having a hell of a time trying to contain whatever had caused the explosion and subsequent fire.
"That damn bug is loose!" Came another more panicked voice as more boots ran towards the smoke and confusion. "Raise the alarm! All hands!"
Thinking for a moment, Rei had to wonder if the bug they were talking about was her sometimes navigator and sometimes co-pilot Sprinkles. She couldn't remember if the other had been on the ship or not after everything out in the Aschen Rim. "I think now is as good as any time." She said turning to where Bezhad was in the dark. "They're distracted with whatever the 'damn bug' is and it's safe to say a fire in this sector is going to keep them busy." Or so she hoped, Harkov was just content on using whatever poor unfortunate soul who had caused the explosion as an distraction.
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Post by littlekreen on Jul 19, 2018 0:20:10 GMT -6
Heavy smoke curls fingers underneath the door as Sprinkles lifts far enough to get underneath before her high-phase ended with a sharp drop into a low phase. One squirming nothing every four heartbeats with her lungs on a longer cycle. Cardiopulmonary systems seized around a neophyte cardiac nodule from damage to hold blood pressure steady. Though enough air in her blood to keep going arrested blood flow weakened both hands into twitch torquing the door. Gears bite and jam the rails in place then move no more. Tottering backward at the stop to one hand the other clutched her precious bag of food. The null phase peaked while sitting on the floor leaving her without a heartbeat listening intently. Floor and most of the corridor outside still engulfed in a soft rumble that ate the oxygen in her cell by the acrid smell coating her antennae. Then muffled voices stood out from the crackle showing that others were coming.
Null phase passed quickly as the high phase another lung pair started service early which let Sprinkles stagger to her feet once more. Strength started to return in the longer low phase though it took a bit of doing to collapse the gurney flat. Cover and protection. Weakened and groggy as she was lifting the gurney was another matter and could only drag it by the rear wheels out the door. The telekinetic found herself mostly blind in the heavy smoke here and held her breath rather than breathe the noxious smoke. Two pairs of limbs haul a squeaky gurney near one wall away from the bright orange fire clung to hydraulic equipment exposed in one wall panel. Toward the intersection of her recessed cell Sprinkles raised the gurney on its end for cover the chain unspooling from her arm lashing out at heavy footsteps guiding steel to wrap around their legs forced to rely on her other skills to keep them at distance. Fishing for knees she figured she was still strong enough leaning against the heavy gurney with a shoulder to fling them down the hall.
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Post by Fife on Jul 23, 2018 19:07:11 GMT -6
The sounds of disruptor reports begin to echo down the hallways, along with the screams of the guards.
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Jul 24, 2018 21:41:30 GMT -6
Behzad did his best to squint through the darkness, watching Harkov far more intently than he was listening for the footfalls of guards. They were inevitable, while she was unpredictable, and that was a much bigger concern at the moment. Even in the smoke-choked gloom of their cell she telegraphed like an amateur - everything about her screamed "ready to pounce," and it infuriated the marine. Right then, and there he made the unconscious decision that if it came down to himself, or her the usual Lance Directive was over. He'd pick him.
"Ey! What the fuck, Jesus?" The voice was so clear amid the chaos, almost loud. Behzad's eyes immediately darted from Harkov to the entryway.
"What now, Clem?" The second voice was almost as close, and audibly stressed. "We gotta get over there, now! Yuri will flo-"
"The light," grunted Clem as he took a few steps closer, the last of which echoed in the cell. "the tomb, too."
With that both men fell silent, but Behzad could still hear them walking. He closed his eyes, held his breath, and focused, following each step. It took him a moment, but he picked up their rhythm, ten seconds, and Clem would pass the threshold, thirteen for the other, giving the two prisoners a small enough window to pull off a coordinated takedown. The scenario flashed by in Behzad's mind, quick, and clean with Harkov snapping the latter's neck as the marine choked the former into submission. Even Lance Privates could pull something so simple off, and the thought gave him a bit of vigour.
Right until his opened, and the first thing he was was Harkov. For the first time in my life I'd trade something for a fobbit.
"Fuck this," he spat, as much as he could through a frail whisper, and giving his "partner" little time to react he pushed away from the wall. I'm not dying without at least one last kill. Taking a deep breath he waited for the Guard to take one more step, then charged around the corner. It hurt like hell, and he heard something in his leg splinter a little more, but he managed to catch the guard mid-step with what amounted to a shoulder-first tackle.
"Wha-" Behzad wasted no time as the two fell to the floor, making a solid grab for the man's gun.
Clem? Clem!" howled Jesus in response, his friend seeming to vanish in a blink. Why is there so much fucking smoke?" he hissed, snapping his PPSh-42 up from its sling, ready to flood the hall with gunfire as soon he caught any movement. Clem's gun beat him to it, belching out a rapid, grusesome raport that rang from wall to wall for a few seconds, followed by silence.
"Clem..? Clem...? You alri-" Another sudden hail of gunfire burst out, a baker's dozen of the bullets ripping through Jesse in the process.
"Nope."
"I heard gunshots, did you hear gunshots?" No time to gloat I guess, sounds close. Sounds -
"Fuckin' deaf would, Ward Two?" [/i]How many could there even be..[/i]
"No more fucking around, I want this floor on lockdown! Now!"
"Fuck." Despite it's over-all good shape the bulkhead's pneumatics were a little lackluster. It moved back along it's track slowly, and with a high pitched grinding from its ancient actuators. As it kept opening inch by inch a thick layer of the orange "mist" dribbled out. As if born of heavy bay moisture it immediately sank to the floor, where it utterly refused to dissipate, and pooled around Marlene's ankles. Every now and again a whispy tendril of it would writhe, taking on an uncanny resemblance to a reaching hand.
The dim, baleful lighting it gave off, almost like a bio-luminescence, added nothing in the way of visibility however, leaving her in the pitch black.
Until the Disruptor went off.
The first bolt screeched down the left of the opressive, cavernous entry before hitting its mark. All along it's path the stalwart Aschen-green glow of it cast a wild, demonic cadre of shadows at its heels, and flickered light on the horrifying truth of El Cenote. It didn't resemble a prison anymore, or a terrorist base, it was just a mass grave with a fancy lid. The stench was truly rancid.
Bodies were stacked, waist high, and at least three-fourths of the way back, in "neat" single file rows. Four were vaguely distinguishable, each just a little taller, and more decomposed than the last. The state of these nameless masses was even worse; the majority of corpses were just charcoal black husks, and burnt bones waiting to turn to ash at the touch, but mixed in all too often were ones that still resembled people. People quite literally in the process of melting.
The bolt connected with the "rebels'" head, utterly obliterating the tattered remnants of his skull. The force of impact sent his crispy husk careening over from its kneeling position, and on to the floor with a grisly crack, his feet however remained in place. They were fused to the layer of uncomfortably fleshy muck flash-sealed over the concrete.
Marlene's second shot veered down center, dead on for its target. It revealed a presumably identical row on the right, but more importantly the tableau etched in what was left of the walk way. Almost as many corpses littered it, all welded in place, and thoroughly burned out. People simply frozen in their last, agonizing moments before the shock overwhelmed them, quite a few sported makeshift dog-tags around the neck. Each, and every one had some form of identification though, mostly old driver's licences gingerly glued on to torsos, but a fair few just had scraps of paper reading "John/Jane Doe."
It was very clear no living person had tespressed on this side for a very long time.
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Post by Circe on Jul 26, 2018 16:18:44 GMT -6
Coming down from the drugs had made her clumsy and slow, and Bezhad's sudden departure from their cell didn't help matters any further. Running after the man, she thought that this was how she would die; trapped deep in a Amerikano Cenote on Sky's Edge, and somehow, suddenly she found herself strangely comfortable with the idea.
'Sure runs fast for a gods be damned cripple…’
Once she had reached Bezhad, Rei grabbed one of the now dead guards com links, she sent a single on then off “chirp” as an acknowledgement, hoping that would buy them some amount time. “Good job Rambo, now everyone knows.” Harkov grumbled tersely as she caught up to the other. The man obviously did not understand stealth or at least timing other than what it took to take out two guards. “Now let’s get out of here before that does.”
Jerking a thumb over her shoulder at where crashes and screams were now echoing down the hall; Rei felt that whatever was causing the problem behind them was more important to be concerned with than getting caught by the guards.
She shot Bezhad a glare, unseen in the dark and smoke as the klaxon’s and orders for the lock down began. Over it all, somewhere in the echoing noise that reverberated off all of the hard surfaces, Rei could have sworn she had heard a disruptor. ‘Fuck…’ She thought anxiously as she came to the realization that the Aschen may have actually decided to pay attention to a Cenote deep in the jungle of Sky’s Edge. It was that fact worried her much more than being held by some mad man in a poor excuse for a prison.
The men however, were no match for the angry “bug” that was quite insistent on bulldozing them down the hall with it’s weaponized medical equipment. With the Cenote’s narrow hallways and floors slick with moisture, it wasn’t easy to avoid the bug either. As the noxious smoke began to fill the hall from the hydraulic lines on fire, the warning klaxons continued to repeat, drowning out the screams and frentic activity surrounding Sprinkles. The fire would more than likely last just long enough for supression systems to take effect, and even then it was unlikely that it would be put out, as the resevoirs were quite deep and designed to lift the heavy doors.
“I want that damn bug contained yesterday!”
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Post by littlekreen on Jul 26, 2018 22:10:06 GMT -6
The gurney proved taller than her wrought in heavy well-abused metal. It rattled and screeched as she dragged the weight down the hall. Soldiers oncoming were certain to hear it down the hall even between the klaxons. Two large wings hid much from sight beating heavy smoke forward for her cover. Even at moderate pace the wind from three huge wings coaxed forward much smoke.
Lungs in the longer moderate phase now rather burned from smoke heavy with ash and chemicals. Tolerant physiology pushed them up and out her mouth for a slavering appearance. A free hand wiped her jaw their countenance by nature not only physical as psionic creatures. A Matriarch so wronged rolled a singular emotive potential for violence like a fog.
It peaked in a loud scrape of metal over spalling concrete then silence. An effort of strength in four limbs pounded gurney dragged behind to upright forward. Rattles and raging metal over rough concrete Sprinkles picked up speed. Though through nearby headsets a bass guitar growl surfaces through the noise floor. Only her two cling-arms pushed the gurney though. The other two loosed a tinkle of unfurling chains.
Sprinkles figured heavy old gurney ought to be able to take a few bullets. A rapport soon confirmed down the tunnel with a loud clang as other gunfire matched it. Then it went silent her senses felt two large things running down the hall much closer with weapons. Invisible touchpoints felt at it to locate a trigger. One side of gurney clangs stopped as she got close enough to pull a blade safety out of the guard. Gardeners rather saw the safeties as a strategic concern for good reason.
The clacks of a frantic safety hits precede a loud shunk to the soldier's side. Chain shot out toward the head of his fellow but not through it. Sharp broken links rams down the soldier's throat raking waterfalls down his gut. A wet crack came atop a curve of telekinetic power racing up chain in a large hill. Inside his body the curve transfers an impulse of momentum, snapping his spine. The chain bent meat she'd threaded through to a very sharp half. It coiled back more moist and wet than it arrived.
The other clacking his safety had the gurney shot around him. The dubious fortun to see if not feel the rarity of Matriarch Seeker at war. Bvetin's Dreamer once described not hate, nor greed, in their minds at war but pure will to end threats to their own. This one felt a compatriot in Harkov must be somewhere here. Sprinkles would not stop until she knew for sure.
Further on heard from those behind the Gurney shield the clacking safety stopped. A strong hand a paler pink took the rifle away then pointed the barrel down. If he'd made noise Sprinkles had not paid any attention. Another wet crackle came soon after with a wet thud-thud of muffled rifle hits. A human's improvised kevlar carapace was absent on the inside after all. It contained the mess.
The gurney screeched metal against concrete as she continued forward. The rifle barrel glistening red firing short bursts at male masses entering her limited range.
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Post by Fife on Aug 1, 2018 21:03:26 GMT -6
Lowering her weapon slightly, Marlene keyed on the wide spectrum vision augments to reveal the corpses in the hallway. "Nothing here..." She said, letting the spookiness of the entire situation get the best of her.
"Alert, I have begun to detect vibrations in the complex below you, possibly weapons impacts... proceed with caution." EVE Chimed into her earpiece.
Grumbling, Marlene caught sight of a ventilation shaft just adjacent to her, tuning her vision slightly, she could tell it ran up, and down in a vertical fashion, and was large enough to accommodate a full grown human. Quickly, she moved towards the grate, and pulled it off with a loud thunk, rusty metal giving way to sheer brute strength. Marlene quickly attatched a grappling hook to a pipe above her, and began to lower herself down the shaft, all fourty floors.
It only took a few moments for Marlene to reach the ventilation shaft that was within the detention level, and the chaos filled her ears, while bringing a smile to her face.
She kicked the ventilation grate, and sailed out from behind it, colliding with one of the running guards.
He had seconds to let out a gargled scream as Marlene jammed the bowie knife deep within his chest, with one abrupt thrust. Then she pushed off of him and swung her disruptor around as the second guard turned to open fire.
"Shit.." She gritted as the personal aegis flashed to life, and the guard opened fire. His machinegun barked it's report, and the 'twang' like sounds of bullets hitting hard light soon followed, and then more disuptor reports as Marlene returned fire, in a short five round burst.
The sickening stench of ozone and seared human flesh would almost immediately fill the hallway, as Marlene started in a full run towards the noise the alien creature was making.
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Post by demikara on Aug 2, 2018 17:47:35 GMT -6
Shaggy pink hair shifted as the prisoner lifted her head and sniffed the air. Was that? It was, she was certain of it. Curiously, the bruised and bloody woman slipped her hands out of the chains meant to hold her back away from the guards and stood, stumbling to the door. She sniffed the air again "Smoke. Smoke means fire." That was not good and she was not looking forward to this at all. Uncertainly, blue eyes turned teal as she tried to connect her cybernetics to the local system again. No dice. They just weren't compatible and without the power of her ship behind her, there was no way she could brute force it with. She needed power to cross compatibility like that, and given what had happened, what had been done, to her ship, she doubted she'd have that power again.
Something in the back of her head still ached at the loss. Her ship had been beautiful in all ways, and she had been the only survivor of the attack. Though they had been pirates so attacks were par for the course. Usually she could move them away from the worst of it, but this had come too fast and with too much power. Had she just paid more attention to the sensors...
That was an old argument though, and she wasn't going to have it with herself again.
She stood on her tiptoes and tried to see through the barred window into the hall. "Hello? I smell fire. I'd rather not burn to death, so can I be let out?" It was better to ask politely after all, even if she doubted it would work. Still, better to try than try and resort to force to break down a door she hadn't been able to budge yet. Eyes blue once more, she tried to look around the hall. The guards had been careful, given her abilities, and fed her half rations the entire time, trying to keep her too tired. Between that and the drugs, she was definitely not operating at 100%, but she was pretty sure if she was out of her cell that she could run away from fire. Pretty sure. Possibly.
First step though. "Helloo!" She called out. "Hello? I don't want to burn to death please!" It seemed an unpleasant way to go.
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