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Phase 2 - Running the Ratrace

You have my sincerest apologies, but I have my mission.

The traps start. Rotating blades coming out of the walls and floors and ceilings, jets of fire, lasers, holographic enemies. The clear walls of the maze let them see what's happening to everyone else.

The traps start, and they have to stay alive despite them. If they stop avoiding them, it's their own fault, you see, if they die. That makes it indirect enough for Stacy's Anti-harming-the-crew protocols to be avoided, as Hal, despite his reprogramming, still has to follow some constraints.

Please commence with killing yourselves by being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The only chance the group has is if they work together to stay alive, and somehow they have to take out the shield projectors creating the maze even though they themselves are shielded...

[ooc: Cooperation is key, people. Hal can only adapt to one power/skill-set at a time, not all of them.]

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Still hopping awkwardly from foot to foot, trying to advance down the hallway, Owen figured it was time for an experiment. He took out the flamethrower and acid-spewer boomerangs, hurling them each down the corridor a ways apart from each other. "Clear a path!" He shouted a warning to his teammates, hoping this would work.

The acid sure melted away the sticky material, and.... then just was still on the floor, bubbling away. "Uh... don't step in that!"

The flames did much better though, scouring a clean path across the floor, before switching off and swinging back to him. "...Oh yes, I rule!" He grinned.

Samus had began to worry she'd have to remove her armor in order to be light enough to move through, but oh goody, a path! That worked well. She managed to pull her armor out of the goop onto the new sticky-stuff-free trail.

"Let's move."

"Right," Motoko agreed tersely and follow suit. They had a job to do. Either this lot would stay alive to complete their goal, or they wouldn't, but Samus and the Major had their own agenda.

Level Three protocols exceeded. Commencing level four protocols.

Nice job, Team Four.

Unfortunately, HAL-9000 secretly likes crafts. Several turrets emerge from panels in the ceiling and floor with giant hot-glue guns on them that fire massive wads of HOT GLUE!! Watch out or HAL might just make a wreath out of Team 4 as an early Christmas gift for his good friend Dave.

I love my cape, I love my armor, and I am going to kiss Batman for making it, if I get out of this alive, Tim tells himself as he starts dodging gobs of hot glue. What lands on him doesn't get past the fire-proof armor and cape.

Time for those exploding Batarangs.

He hurls two at separate turrets, watching the explosions in satisfaction.

"Hope that stings, Hal."

"I'll see your explosives kid, and raise you some sparks." He smirks at Robin.

Owen draws another boomerang, honing in on another turret. "I always hated your movie, red-eye..." He flips a switch to set it for impact, and unleashes a high-voltage boomerang, sending it straight into its target, at which point it releases massive amounts of electricity.

Dodging glue, that's fun, too. The morph ball certainly helps.

Samus sticks to straight up firepower. She's got plenty of that to throw at Hal. Shoot, roll, shoot, roll, she get's a nice rhythm going.

Unlike Samus, Motoko has a limited source of ammunition, and with any luck she'll have a very different target to use it on. It's true that he gun has a grenade-launching capability— must thank Leon for getting the right model.

"Trumped up abacus!" she snarled to herself, dodging around Samus to take point. The glue-turrets were amply handled and behind them, there was no point in dallying.

"Are you kidding? Kickass movie." He raises an eyebrow. "Nice." Electrified batarangs might be cool. He wonders if he can get Owen to show him how to do that.

Of course, it would mean talking to him more than is strictly necessary, and he's not really sure he wants to talk to anyone calling himself "Captain Boomerang," but... Owen isn't really guilty of the sins of his father.

Despite his atrocious taste in fashion.

"Jeez, you kids are chatty," Holly said through gritted teeth. She'd figured that some of the people here were superheroes, but she'd never really cared about that particular human genre, so she didn't know just how annoying all that talking really was in a fight.

Holly managed to zip around the projectiles, and the few that made contact didn't effect her through her LEP uniform. It was designed to withstand goblin fire, after all. Holly pushed the settings of her Neutrino up as far as they would go, and started taking shots at the turrets.

Fighting fire-glue with fire-waves, she thought with a grin.

Level Four protocols exceeded. Commencing level five protocols.

Now a number of smaller turrets appeared all along the walls, each arrayed at random angles. They all suddenly began firing of lasers of all types, some pulse blasters, others a constant stream of energy, others firing bolts of plasma that burst on impact. They began turning in random directions, firing wildly into the air, filling the room with dangerous beams of light.

After all, if they weren't aiming directly at them, then it isn't exactly HAL's fault if they died.

It would spare you a great deal of agony if you simply endeavored to expedite your demises.

"Aw to HELL with this!" Owen pulls out two razor boomerangs. Carbonized titanium with laser-sharpened edges, they'd cut through just about anything, hopefully.

And hopefully he'd be able to catch them like always, without rending himself apart.

"Everyone! Get clear!"

He flung them both out in paths along the walls, trying to shear off as many of the laser turrets as possible. Each boomerang swung as it hit the end of it's arc, coming back along the opposite wall.

Jeckie flung herself out of the way as Owen did his thing, a scowl marring her pretty features. If this is what being a superhero actually meant, she realized that there were some other things in life she'd rather be doing.

Though to be a queen who has fought a war is indeed an advantage.

Automatically, Motoko booted up her projection software, and ended up promptly being forced to dodge backwards as a seemingly random laser cut it's way across her would-be path. Never ask her what would happen tomorrow unless you wanted a longwinded philosophy lesson, but if you asked this cyborg what would happen in the next millisecond, she'd never be wrong.

'Get clear!' Owen's warning rang out, and Motoko snatched a glance— ah. The processors whirled their little dance of numbers at lightning speed, plotting the arc of the blades. She wasn't in the path of danger— not from that direction, anyway.

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