Hydroponics

[morganknight]

Morgan had been in Hydroponics when the message first came over the comm system. He had exactly enough time to frown at his omnicomm before the power limiters engaged and the hyperspace compartments in his cloak failed. Like some outtake from a horrible collision of the Matrix and Harpo Marx, the entire contents of that space fell back into normal reality, leaving Morgan in a thigh-deep mound of guns, swords, and an electric guitar.

"Damn," he said, mildly, as he rolled his neck. He glanced off into the distance, quickly judged the amount of time he had till the robots he saw way out there reached him, then spent a few of those precious seconds tossing out a heads-up over the comms for his location.

That done, he dug out the multi-sheath he had made back when he used to carry weapons openly, slapped half-a-dozen blades through it, threw it on, then scooped up a pair of submachine guns.

"Why can't there be an army of good robots for once?" he muttered, flicking off the safeties.

(ooc: feel free to thread together to help Morgan defend against the evil robots. Also, evil robot NPCs are needed here!)

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[morganknight]

"See anything you think you could use?" Morgan asked, not gesturing to the pile of weapons. Since he was busy sniping at the robots. "Either way... how are you feeling? Strong enough to buck?"

[appletastic]

"You bet," Applejack nodded, inspecting the things herself. There was one that kinda looked like a stick....hey! She could carry it in her mouth, maybe, and proceeded to pick it up.

"Just run at things and cut?" she asked, somewhat muffled by the handle of the sword.

[morganknight]

"Stay close to me, guard my back and I'll guard yours. Your power is in your legs -- uh, your rear legs -- so use the sword to parry what you can't dodge, and try to keep to kicking for an attack."

Morgan was willing to bed not even a robot could withstand a good double gut-punch from Applejack's hooves.

[appletastic]

"Gotcha," Applejack muttered, pounding her hooves on the ground in front of her. "Hold onto your hats. If you've got 'em."

And she was watching with narrowed eyes, ready to charge at the first sign of an attack.