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Entry tags:
- !plot: lirath,
- allenby beardsley,
- angie spica,
- anwei ayles,
- applejack,
- ash ketchum,
- cassie,
- chell,
- daniel jackson,
- dean winchester,
- dhianeila,
- eleventh doctor,
- eva,
- feldt grace,
- hank pym,
- hit girl,
- hoshi hikari,
- jamie hemeros,
- jono starsmore,
- kaya,
- lash,
- lord zetta,
- martha jones,
- midna,
- nightwing,
- nokosi,
- phillip,
- rapunzel,
- red xiii (nanaki),
- ren akiyama,
- river song,
- ruffnut thorston,
- sandy marko,
- satellizer el bridget,
- schmuz 44356,
- setsuna f. seiei,
- shoutarou hidari,
- son of satan,
- spider-man,
- stature,
- sumeragi lee noriega,
- tenaya,
- the master,
- wheatley
Lirath - Ship Survival
As the battle raged outside, those remaining aboard Stacy had their hands full preparing for the incoming flood of refugees.
Positioned near the Bleed-Gate orbiting Lirath, Stacy stood ready to receive the refugees. Ship after ship ascended as quickly as they could, some of them making a break for the Bleed-Gate itself while the smaller ships were forced to dock at Stacy, unloading their cargo of refugees before setting off again for the planet's surface again to take on more passengers.
Several small units of GIA soldiers were also sent up to help the Transmigration crew take in the massive amount of refugees, many of whom were tired, wounded, and scared. It wouldn't take long for the ship to begin filling with people.
With the battle raging outside, and the Ohm clambering outside, trying to get in, it would be a tall order to keep all of the refugees safe and calm, but the crew didn't have much choice.
[ooc: Open!]
Positioned near the Bleed-Gate orbiting Lirath, Stacy stood ready to receive the refugees. Ship after ship ascended as quickly as they could, some of them making a break for the Bleed-Gate itself while the smaller ships were forced to dock at Stacy, unloading their cargo of refugees before setting off again for the planet's surface again to take on more passengers.
Several small units of GIA soldiers were also sent up to help the Transmigration crew take in the massive amount of refugees, many of whom were tired, wounded, and scared. It wouldn't take long for the ship to begin filling with people.
With the battle raging outside, and the Ohm clambering outside, trying to get in, it would be a tall order to keep all of the refugees safe and calm, but the crew didn't have much choice.
[ooc: Open!]
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But Chell wasn't stupid. Even if most of her technological experiences involved destroying said technology in one way or another, she recognized a port when she saw it. This thing didn't have a handy cockpit for humans, or hiding robots--it had a decidedly too-small-for-a-person alcove, and another plug.
Even worse, she knew there was no choice, no time, and she couldn't deny that he needed to be useful. The only problem was whether or not he'd be able to control himself. Maybe he wouldn't even be compatible with this thing.
Better to plug him into a piece of independent machinery than something that potentially connected to Stacy herself, Chell decided, casting a glance at the other, really important-looking port.
Having made up her mind, she jammed him into the bipedal armor in one swift motion, like ripping off a band-aid. Then, completely uncertain of what would happen next, she hauled herself up onto the shoulders of the thing, keeping her gun trained on the back of Wheatley's casing.
From here, at least, she'd be able to kill him in one shot.
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"Oh, MAN ALIVE!" he called out, the suit getting to its feet and flexing its arms (as much as a robot can flex). "Would you just look at that! I'm like Atlas or something! Just massive!"
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His reaction, of course, was expected and painfully familiar and it made her stomach drop. Chell found herself repeating an inner mantra of please do not go crazy please don't. Even if she was more than capable of blasting a hole through his mainframe to save herself and the crew, she didn't want to, not when she had him back to normal, not when they were (sort of) getting along like they used to.
Maybe she could prevent another mad-with-power debacle by reminding him of why he was in this giant robot suit in the first place. Still perched atop his shoulders (but now trying her best not to fall off as he tested the capabilities of the armor), she gave him a not-so-gentle tap on the casing to get his attention, pointing toward the skirmish from which they'd just fled. That many missiles and giant guns had to be good for something. Hopefully he'd be able to use them.
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The suit began to walk backwards.
"Wait, no, that's not right..."
The suit began to crab-walk side to side.
"No, that's not it... This should really come with a manual."
Finally the suit began to walk forward.
"Ah, there we go! All right, Mantis Men, get ready for ol' Wheatley and Chell!"
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In the next instant, however, she found herself hanging on for dear life as Wheatley attempted to manipulate the armor. Jerked backward, then forward and side-to-side, Chell struggled to keep a hold on her gun, though when she really thought about it, he was doing surprisingly well for a robot who, until now, had never possessed limbs.
By now, they'd regained the attention of quite a few Ohm, and when Wheatley manged to get moving in the right direction, she spurred him on and leaned forward, pointing at one of his (bloody massive) arm-mounted guns and then at the approaching aliens, indicating that he should probably try to use those next.
She shouldered her own rifle and began to fire.
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Suddenly she found herself cease firing and trying to steady herself with a hand tight on his top handle.
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