From Dusk Till Dawn...

[cityship]

...Okay, so maybe that movie was about vampires and not zombies.

But as the battle in the Vatican dragged on, it might feel like it had been going just that long.

And it showed no signs of letting up just yet.

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The Roofs

[cityship]

While those still up on the roofs might have managed to take out some of the oncoming zombies, the sheer number of them means that a good number are still getting through.

Even worse, some of the more agile zombies have begun trying to climb up the walls in their search for fresh meat.

You guys might wanna take them out before they get to the top.

Re: The Roofs

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan had been running back and forth, but he was also armed with a shotgun. Came in handy for aerial attacks, like right now. Getting harder to get headshots with some of these angles.

"Keep firing, and shove them away." Don't need their additional deadweight causing a strain to the roof.

He flew around, checking ammo supplies, and was going to grab some more for these troops.

Re: The Roofs

[bostonbeatcop.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, good idea!" Robert let up his machine gun fireunable to depress the weapon enough to fire at the climbers. He grabbed up his rifle and opened fire at the climbing zombies, sending a few falling to the plaza below. He paused a moment, then pulled the pins on a pair of grenades, rolling them off the edge in the hopes they might take a few more out.

Re: The Roofs

[dreamstolights.livejournal.com]

Selene spotted the zombies starting to climb. "Shit," she muttered and stood up, dropping her illusions. After so long, she was starting to wear herself down.

She was used to actually be RESTING when she was doing this. She drew a gun. "Sir, I'm getting a mental strain doing it like this," she said to Mitchell, firing one in the head that was getting close. "I'm going to report inside. Get someone else to watch my body, so they can wake me up if things get real bad." The prime reason she HADN'T been astral was because she really didn't want her body to be unattended with a bunch of zombies around.

"I'll be back in a few minutes and see if another trick might work," she said, firing at one of the zombies that was climbing up the wall.

Re: The Roofs

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

Ronon noticed the zombies climbing the walls too and was none too happy about it. They seemed to be climbing up fast. It was time to drop the machine gun. Overhearing Selene speaking to Mitchell, he responded to Selene's request by pulling out his gun. "I've got you covered," Ronon reassured Selene. "Do what you have to do."

And with that, Ronon started firing at the zombies scaling the wall. Red energy shots flew from his gun. Whoosh-bang. Whoosh-bang. With his sharp-shooting skills coming into play, each shot was blowing gaping holes into the bodies and heads of the zombies, forcing those hit to drop. He had no idea what Selene would have to do but he was going to make sure she wouldn't be hurt.

Re: The Roofs

[venominsilicon.livejournal.com]

Gauron drops off another load of ammo - and handguns for those who didn't say they had one when he was making his resupply list. "Hey - go light on the grenades. Or are you trying to make more holes in our defenses?" He makes the rounds to hand out the weapons and ammo so no one has to leave their post for even a moment. "Make every shot count with these, and use them as little as possible for now. We may have a lot of small caliber ammo on hand for now, but don't get cocky - we're going to need every round of it if we have to withdraw to a more secure location, and you should assume we're going to use up all of our grenades and most of our bigger rounds in the process." A well-aimed shot from a smaller gun can kill a zombie just as well as rifle fire, after all, and it's less weight to carry - more chances to get it right.

The Vestibule

[cityship]

The zombies have made it to the windows, and are now clawing at the boards separating them from those inside.

They're also moving in towards the doors in larger numbers, seeing that a few of the crew have taken to fighting right outside, hoping for an easier meal than the ones inside.

Re: The Vestibule

[captain-jtk.livejournal.com]

Kirk isn't precisely in the vestibule. He's deeper inside, trying to coordinate as best he can. Everything is a whirl of confusion and he's moving from place to place, trying to make it more of an organized chaos then just "chaos".

If people want to talk to him, they can find him here.

Re: The Vestibule

[bluerose-knight.livejournal.com]

Sparhawk has taken up station at one of the windows, his broadsword arching out time and again to shear off whatever limb or appendage presents itself through the gaps. His armour is covered in various shades of gore and assorted bits, but the broken nosed knight seems tireless in his defense of this spot.

Chapel of the Column/Medbay

[cityship]

As the fighting goes on, more injured are sent to the medbay.

Chapel of the Column/Medbay

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

"DON'T forget to check their eyes," Lois barks, stripping off a pair of gloves and turning them inside-out in the process, keeping whoever's blood inside.

Right Transept/Munitions

[cityship]

The battle rages on, and the ammo slowly but surely begins to dwindle.

Hopefully it will last them long enough to survive.

Re: Right Transept/Munitions

[venominsilicon.livejournal.com]

Gauron is definitely noticing their supply of ammunition shrinking; they can hold out for a while yet, but he's seriously considering whether the time to suggest relocating to a more defensible area might not be coming soon, while there are still comparatively few wounded and the ammo supply will last more than long enough to get them there. It'll probably mean abandoning a lot of the food supplies if they do, and there's bound to be complaining about that - and about destroying anything they can't take with them that any of the zombies, or whatever might be coming behind them, would probably be able to utilize - but in a situation like this, the priority is holding onto as much of their water and munitions as possible.

The Left Transept/Food Supplies

[cityship]

While it might seem crazy to think about food at a time like this, there's always the possibility that this battle could keep going for a long, looooong time.

Best make sure everyone's eaten, so they don't start to lose focus over something like hunger.

The Sacristy/Rear Guard

[cityship]

Relatively quiet, now that the prisoners were released.

Doesn't exactly make it safe, though.

Re: The Sacristy/Rear Guard

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

They're losing the door.

"Where's a runner? Get to Kirk--tell him we've lost our exit! They're at the back door! And see if one of the metas can be spared to seal it!"

It's splintering now, and the bodies pressed against it will only do so much.

Outside

[cityship]

Dear god! You're still out there?

What the hell are you waiting for, man! They're everywhere!

Run!

Re: Outside

[birthmural]

Daimon did not know how long he had been fighting but he was suddenly tired. Unlike the rest of the crew (he hoped), Daimon was waging two wars. One against the hordes of the undead and one against his darksoul. He nearly lost himself in that battle.

When he came to his senses he saw how dire the situation was. Much as he was loath to retreat, he needed to get back to the vestibules. The doors could not hold for long. And so he found himself shouting words the Son of Satan seldom uttered. "Fall back!"

Re: Outside

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

[[Moving this from this thread (http://community.livejournal.com/trans_9/157414.html?thread=12002022#t12002022).]]

Coming, eventually, Arha said, her voice a blend of soothing and the fire of battle as she sliced down yet another zombie. This, she could not do like this. Keeping her balance, she cast out for Obi-Wan's presence with part of her mind while slicing down those undead who ventured within the reach of her oct-o-pooze.

Her mind arrowed out, hunting for the familiar calmness that was her Master's. He really wasn't that far away. Arha's worm bellowed and came down hard smashing several zombies.

Obi-Wan, she thought loudly. I could use some help over here if you--

Several arms tugged at her legs and she slipped, her concentration broken as she was pulled off her worm and into the undead fray.

Re: Outside

[avenging-bat.livejournal.com]

There was no stopping these beasts! Jean-Paul had held back on both his flamethrower and shurikens, deciding to battle the beasts head on. Silver glistened as his bladed-gauntlets lashed out, tearing their heads apart like a hot knife through butter.

He hated to admit it, though, but he was running down. Even with the System pushing him forward, there was no way he could hold up. He was going to make a mistake somewhere along the line and he would pay for it dearly.

Re: Outside

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

Lafiel landed with a jolt that sent tendrils of pain through her knees (germhirec gravity!). Crouched amid the gore, she raised her klanyu. Zombies went down with neat quarter-thick holes burnt through their brains. She dashed through the gap towards the exhausted pikachu (http://community.livejournal.com/trans_9/157414.html).

This went against everything she'd learned in command school, every single piece of wisdom she'd managed to collect as a captain. It was epic level tactical dumbassery.

She couldn't help herself though. Pikachu was a pet.

Lafiel could not abandon a pet.

Special Message

[cityship]

The communication systems were still down due to Hal's interference -- both the crew's self-made and Stacy's internal systems. But there were other AI's on board that were allied with the the crew members fighting for their lives, and they've found a way to get a message through...

Re: Special Message

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

With any luck, Grif wouldn't be too startled-or fall off the roof in surprise-at having Tex's hologram suddenly appear in much small form, hovering above his shoulder.

"Where's somebody in charge?" she barked at him, looking around but not apparently paying much attention to the zombies below the roof. "I need to talk to somebody who knows what they're doing. Now."

Monument to Benedict XIV

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

Sherry ran. Past statues, through chapels, searching for a place to hide herself completely from the others. There were adults, here and there, in her path, but she didn't stop to talk to them. Sherry finally ran through the Gregorian chapel and paused.

No one was coming after her, good. Her shallow, gasping breaths echoed in the chapel as she hurried through. No hiding spaces to be found here, but... there, in the next hall, there was the entrance to the dome and the monument to some dead post she couldn't be bothered to think of his name at the time.

Two statues flanked him, and she grabbed the foot of one, slowly, but surely climbing up the marbled wall, and using the pillar and cherub beside the statue as a help up. Pain made her movements slow, but eventually she got around to the back of the statue and leaned against the Pope. Her little breaths echoed in the hall, under the sound of gunfire.

Re: Monument to Benedict XIV

[visserbasher.livejournal.com]

Loren wasn't about to stick around in the medbay with- whatever that old woman was. She whirled around to look for the girl that had run out.

"Sherry?" She called, listening carefully. This wasn't any time for a kid to be by herself.