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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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The jaws on each diabolical motorcycle was the stuff of nightmares.
[Feel free to NPC the creatures being caught if you want! I'll continue to NPC until there are none left when it's my turn.]
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There was no time, however, to worry about who could ride the bikes and who couldn't. At the sight of the enemy, her survival instincts kicked in and she slammed the gas, taking the cycle out in a wide arc and hoping to drive one of the monsters away from the rest of its group.
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All righty then. Get along, little doggies!
A push---a firmer push engages the data wall. She wobbles a little to the left, then veers right to start funneling the critters in. There's one snapping at her that she has to swerve to dodge, but that's all right. She'll get it.
It was only a minor injury, luckily.
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Oh, hell. Did any of them even know that game? "I'll do what I can to help you guys out if you need it."
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He has no idea what a game of Snake is. He does, however, notice that one of the monsters seems to have decided he's the easiest target. Awesome. Slap leather.
Two of them seem to be getting rounded up, but one's chasing Chell and the other's coming after him. He activates his powers of Idiotic Optimism and slams the breaks, firing off the datablocker. The monster dodges, and Punchy kills the datablocker and turns, barely avoiding having the monster ram right into him, and only avoiding toppling over by a slightly larger margin. Oh shiznit. So much for that. He can't turn fast enough to hit it with the datablocker when it dodges.
He speeds up and slows down again, luring it back in. The creature's mouth is actually pretty intimidating, and manages to put the smallest kernel of fear into Punchy's stupidly brave heart. Punchy resists the urge to speed up again and try to outrun it and instead maintains a solid speed, hunkering down over the handlebars. He slams the brake again, turning on the datablocker, and just like last time, the monster motions to go around the blue stream.
Except this time, Punchy keeps the bike between his legs but leans and slams Puppet into the ground speeding by. The bike spins around this pivot, sending the datablocker in a semi-circle, obliterating the surprised monster. Punchy doesn't get much of a chance to see this, since he goes tumbling off the bike and earns a fair amount of road burn. The bike skids a bit further down the road.
Not much time for a dirt nap - thankfully, he didn't hit his head too hard, and thankfully that worked and there isn't an angry monster on top of him. He stumbles back up and runs over to the bike, checking Puppet as he goes. The Puppet's fine, naturally, as is, miraculously, his hand and wrist. Protected by Puppet's shield, probably. Unfortunately, the rest of his arm and shoulder is a twisted mess of broken bones and dislocated sockets. And it actually really hurts, although not as much as the three square inches of skin he scraped off his forehead in the fall. And he's pretty sure he threw his entire spine out of alignment.
Oh well. Cradling his busted arm close to his body, he gets his bike back up and gets back to riding it, no less enthusiastic or accident-prone than he was ten minutes ago. "I'm okay!" he yells to his crewmates up ahead.
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And something else is coming for them. That ain't good either. What she's about to do is going to hurt, but she must.
They're approaching one of their enemies from behind. It turns, spots them, and...well, it's time to go. Applejack only has a few seconds to gallop ahead here. She narrows her eyes and pushes down, yelling out to Punchy.
"Go right!"
And she does a loop left, herding the critter away. Another loop lands her in a bad scrape as she swerves too close, but the wall is activated again---there. Just in time. Now she just has to weave around and catch right up.
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Glancing back over her shoulder, Angie grins and bends low over the bike, making a few moves meant to keep the hack's attention on her. The more attention it kept on her, the less likely it would be to go after the others.
Angie peels off, leading the red creature away from the others. Speed was the name of the game, racing the hack and using every trick in the book to stay ahead and a couple that weren't. When you were, in some ways, a giant computer yourself, you learned some workarounds. And working as part of the Authority meant you learned to be a little sneaky for the greater good.
So she plays with the hack for a bit, lets it think it's getting the better of her, then pours on a quick burst of speed. At the same time, she dropped the data scrambler wall, trapping the hack on one side with it, then swinging out ahead of it and racing back toward the group so that it was trapped on the other side as well. And, of course, trapped by the data scrambler wall from her U-turn.
Angie practically feels the impact with the data scrambler, grinning to herself as she heads back to where the others had been. Two down. But she needs to get back in case she's still needed for the fight.
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Who knew a pony could get used to a bike so quick?
"Dope move, shawty," Punchy calls to Angie, pulling back towards the center so he can see the other, final monster with better clarity. Between the four of them, they can own this thing. He takes a moment to further assess the damage he took - one goggle lens cracked, cowl ripped, seriously scuffed combat boots. He's actually starting to feel that hurt now, but hopefully he can keep squeezing the adrenaline gland to power through it. Either way, he doesn't let pain show on his face.
As much as he'd love to hog the glory, he kind of wants to see what the quiet chick will do. She has the air of someone who can handle themself. He pulls up to her flank so as to give Chell space if she wants to do something wile, but close enough that if the monster bears down on her too much he can...throw himself off the bike at it or something. Who knows.
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Chell had other things on her mind, like trying to keep the motorcycle upright while simultaneously being chased by some kind of monster (also on a motorcycle).
With a nod to the teammate beside her, began to slow, falling back until she was side-by-side with her pursuer--then she rammed it, sending the both of them skidding, struggling to stay upright as she swung outward and smashed into it again.
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...then something strange happened. It started to duplicate itself. Again. And again in such a rapid succession there was no time to blink.
"Oh no..."
They were back to square one. In many ways, it was just a slap to everything they had just done, as fantastic as it had been. The AI visibly flinched and flew closer to the group.
"They have copy subroutines." What was joy just a few minutes ago was now dark and serious. "We can't fight them here now. We'll need to go back to a safe chamber and possibly..." she trailed off. There was something she wasn't telling them. "I'm going to contact Andromeda and warn her that whatever she's facing might have the same subroutines too." She looked at the creatures charging at them, and used some of her remaining power to create a temporary barrier between them. "This is bad. This is very bad."
With a movement of her wrist, she indicated to follow her into what could almost pass for a computer's version of am underground sewer. "Your motorcycles won't fit, so leave them here! We don't have much choice for now..."