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Best Gadget Buddies [Open]

There was only one destination in mind when the war started: work. Billy had dashed down to the transportation tubes, arriving on the first floor when he'd hit a snag: a robot swarm already assaulting the Med Bay and Special Weapons. But that wouldn't stop him: his coworkers and friends could be there, and the lab could easily hold the key to fighting back. He'd struggled and shoved his way through, roughed up very well by the time he crossed the threshold of his lab.

The hordes were closing in. Only his guns and a narrow doorway stood between Billy and death, and so far it seemed that death was gaining the upper hand. Would there ever be time to cobble together a better solution or escape? He doubted it. Not unless help arrived for them.

(ooc: Defend the laboratory? Your characters can be trapped with Billy rigging together some kind of defense system or trying to get through to him. If it gets bad, though, they might all have to escape and blow up the tech...)

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Billy jerked his head to indicate a negative, swearing as more gunshots bounced off Mar's shield.

"No, it's happening right this second. An evil AI's taken over. We've lost our powers and most of our strength. Robots are swarming the ship and trying to kill us. They're just outside!"

He shifted over at his position in front of the blast shield, offering her a spot to help, though he worried too. There was sadness and fear. How bad would this be for her?

Edited 2011-12-15 00:59 (UTC)

Ronnae blinked a few times and her thoughts finally caught up with what was going on.

Her brow narrowed as she flinched a bit at a stray shot the bounced off nearby making a loud bang.

Peeking around to check the enemy, she looked to Billy determined.

"If you can get me to my work area, I might have something to help us fight back."

"You mean your workstation here, right?" Billy pleaded in an urgent whisper. He wasn't sure there was a way to get back to their house---if there was anything left of it, that is.

Either way, he outstretched his hand as his other reached for a scrap of shield. Wherever they went, it was together.

Ronnae nodded, "Yeah, this is where I keep most of my experimental stuff. I have a few things in my personal storage over at my workstation. They might help us clear enough to get breathing room and gear up in case more are coming."

With that, she followed close to him, thankful for the efforts of the others there.

Billy locked their hands together with the tiniest of smiles. It was a grim situation, so dark, with little way out, but he was here with her. She was warm and alive. That meant so much---and for a moment, he felt guilty that his worry about her had been delayed. She'd gone unaccounted for for too long.

He watched the doorway anxiously, yanking and yelping whenever he saw shots start to come too close. They ducked and ran, skidding to a stop in front of her workstation.

Billy prepared his hands to grab immediately. "You're in charge here. What am I taking?"

"You're gonna have to buy me a few minutes lover. I have it secured so no one can take them and it'll take a few for the lock to unlatch."

Without waiting for an answer, Ronnae crawled over to her large storage room behind her workstation and began to fiddle with her security locks.

She didn't have to look back, she trusted him beyond anything and knew he'd keep her safe and was confident in his skills to stay unharmed and safe himself.

So with peace of mind she worked unabated to get the items inside.

"Got it," Billy affirmed, leaning over to steal a quick kiss before she disappeared. "This is why we have you. The robots wouldn't have been able to seize it. Go!"

He crouched into position partially behind a crate, shooting at the hostile robots he saw. It was tense but fairly routine for a few moments, until something got way too close.

"No!"

On instinct, he slammed his body into a pile of crates, breaking several things and creating an impromptu wall between Ronnie and the gunfire. It was enough to slow it down. He cursed as splinters dug into him and shot, hollering over the sound of the guns.

"If we survive this, will you marry me?"

Ronnae's focus was kept onto the device and she had to smile at both the fact that her usually passive lover was cursing and being very brave, which admittedly... was kind of maybe doing more than just making her smile, and at the question proposed to her while in the middle of all this.

"I'll have to see what's left of you first before I answer that love~" she teased right as she undid the final lock. The storage room hissed as the pressurized locks gave way and she slid behind the small opening a moment later.

Some seconds later, she peeked out the side and took aim at the group closest to them.

"Catch~" she called out as she lobbed a magnetized bomb into the middle of that group, attaching itself to one of them and ticking down.

A few seconds later, a bright, blue, contained explosion occurred in a small radius, disabling the robots in it's affected area.

"I'll save myself for you!" he promised, hopping down from his crate heap to give something a hard kick. It hurt his foot to do it, but it got things right into the radius.

Billy shoved himself back over the crates, ducking next to Ronnae as the explosion went off. Good. The signals were jammed, and they were safe for now.

"That was perfect," he admired, thrilled that they were both intact and by the cleverness of her weapon. "Is there more where that came from?"

Ronnae nodded, "There's more, yes, but not enough to keep us safe unless we move our things into a more secure area or we get help. It'll be enough to secure a foothold here though. I'm sure you sent out a request for help love?" she asked softly as she leaned down to kiss his head.

"Affirmative," Billy promised. Kisses always brought a little lightness to his voice, no matter the surrounding circumstances. "A team's on their way to rescue us. We have to survive until they do.

With that in mind, he picked a spot at the crate-pile for cover and went right back to shooting. "I'll drive them off this way. They might come from further too."

"Sounds good, I'll set up a few perimeter turrets. They're not anything heavy, but they'll keep them at bay for a little while."

With that, she disappeared into the storage room once more and the sounds of things moving around could be heard.

"Great. Go!"

Billy found himself face to face with the advancing army, shooting at them from whatever cover he could find. It went well for a few minutes, until a little one broke through his crate and struck him across the chest with an arm. He only had a second before he was shot in the heart.

"Do---you want some fries?" With strength he wasn't sure he had, he viciously jammed a hand into the circuitry and ripped, causing a storm of sparks and bloodying his hand in the process. It was disabled, finally, and he was left to roll behind an overturned metal desk. That should be stabler, at least.

"Hey, hey now, don't you be turning all reckless like me." It was a half scold, half tease. She was confident of his skills and abilities very much and she knew he was more than capable of handling himself regardless of what others might have thought.

A few more minutes later, she had set up the last of the small turrets she had built and turned them on. With whirring and spinning sounds, the atomatons came to 'life' and began targeting the inputted hostiles, them being the other robots, and they began to shoot back at them.

With that settled, Ronnae took a break from setting defenses and went to check up on Billy, first aid kit in hand and immediately getting to work once she was next to him.

"How you holding up love?"

"Death's the other option," he grumbled, though he did sink back behind the table. He needed to attack carefully and survive. That in mind, he kept shooting with one hand while Ronnie tended to his other. He had the decency to look embarrassed about the wound, at least.

"I'll be fine for a few more hours, but we need to escape. We won't last without food," Billy whispered, looking worriedly at her. "I'm still working on the big cannon."

"Right! We'll manage of course! We always do right?" She flashed him a confident smile before the flow of red hair disappeared into the storage again.

The turrets were doing wonders keeping the robots at bay, even destroying a few of them. And the shields that had been placed had kept them from taking too much damage for the time being, but it was clear it would last.

Ronnae popped back out after a minute or two and had with her a large, heavy looking duffel bag.

"Alright love, got the things we'll need for protection. Ready to set up a defense hub further in?"

But it seemed their luck was about to turn for the worse.

Right as the girl had left the room a metallic arm grabbed her by the neck from behind and lifted the short girl off the ground threatening to crush her.

The metallic, skeletal structure came to view, the eerie, red glowing eyes and the dead set grin on it's features screamed danger.

The duffel bag fell to the floor and Ronnae's hands shot up to protect and try to pry the hands from her neck, but it seemed as all she was doing was flailing. Her small frame had always proven to be a downside when fighting strong foes that could lift and toss her around.

"B-Billy! H-help!"

There was a loud clang in the next room. Billy had heard the strange noise and startled, and her cries only made it worse. Gun in hand, he hurtled over the crates and charged into the next room, where he saw the damage. Damn. The Terminator had Ronnae in a chokehold, making it impossible to shoot without killing her.

What could he do? Electrocuting it would hurt her. Using explosives would hurt her. Removing her was the only way, wasn't it?

In the split second he'd thought, he'd snagged a power drill and attempted to leap over it, swinging the drill down for a drill attack digging into the arm joints, the immediate problem. Anything at the core would be more likely to have a defense mechanism that could kill them all.

Please, please, he prayed, hoping he wasn't killing them all. "HELP!" was what he hollered aloud. "INFILTRATION IN THE BACK ROOM!"

Luckily for them both, they weren't alone in here. Maridian had stayed camped out at the first gun emplacement, monitoring the automatic weapons fire Billy had set up with, let's face it, extreme boredom. As soon as the cry for help went up, he jumped to his feet and charged without a moment's hesitation, vaulting over a counter and crashing through a crate as he ran that way.

Well. That was an ugly situation. The moment he saw it he reflexively attempted to bind holy energy to force the robot to turn its hostile attentions to him... which, of course, failed. Without a second's hesitation he took the next step -- he yanked the shield off his arm and hurled it directly at the robot's head. He had no power to surround it and guide it, none of the ability that usually made this choice of attack not only practical, but wise. Nevertheless, that was a hunk of hardened elementium and truegold hurled by a skilled warrior. If it bought Ronnae a moment of non-crushing, that was all he asked.

Because in that moment he drew his fightin' weapon. Quel'delar, Might of the Faithful, arced upwards as he leaped to bring the legendary blade down on the shoulder joint of their antagonist. And, because he was rescuing an orc, he punctuated that with a bellow of, "FOR THE HORDE!"

The powerful drill that had been grabbed by Billy dug into the structure of the T-800, not getting a reaction from the murderous android other than getting it's attention as it moved to grab for Billy to stop him from furthering damage as sparks and metal shavings began to fly everywhere.

But as he turned to try and get him, the shield smacked him right on the head, sending it stumbling back and loosening it's grip on Ronnae thanks to the efforts of both Maridian and Billy.

It released the girl and now it's arm seemed disabled...

But the other had grabbed for it's rail gun and was now releasing a barrage of high density rounds towards the group.

Ronnae slumped on the ground, heaving and trying to catch her breath. Just moments ago, everything was going dark. She felt the sting and heat from her lungs filling back up with the breath of life and she did her best to get her bearings back.

But she wouldn't have much time as the noise from the weapon going off rung in her ears.

She did her best to crawl behind some cover, not knowing if it would help or not, but right now, she was still disoriented.

Ronnie was breathing. Thank goodness. Billy would've given his gratitude to Mar, really, but there was no time. He yelped and snagged the drill, diving behind a table---anything that would protect him for a few seconds.

He was in intense pain for some reason, but that could be brushed aside. Removing the immediate threat was more important. His hand searched far and wide for anything, closing around a gun---and another, one he lobbed at Ronnae.

"You know what to do," he grunted. And it was shootout time, peeking over the wall for fractions of seconds to check his aim.

"Uh, check him," Mar commented sidelong to Ronnae -- before almost literally hurling himself at the robot. High-energy masses slammed into his armor, ricocheting off the shaped plates. Though they couldn't penetrate the elementium armor, their damage tolled in other ways; the paladin was enduring the equivalent of a boxer's full-strength gut-punch with ever shot that hit him. The plates spread the force out and redirected some of it, they didn't dissipate it. Still, that seemed the last thing on his mind as he charged.

"ANAR'ALAH BELORE!" he roared, slicing this time for the other arm, the one that held the weapon. He'd put Quel'delar's Sunwell-tempered edge up against whatever that gun was made of any day, even an unmagical one!

The T-800 turned immediately, reflexes kicking in just in time to avoid getting the other arm disabled, but not fast enough to avoid complete damage. The blade dug into the join and severed a few of the servos in place rendering it immobile but still usable.

It used the momentum of the turn to swipe at Mar with force, aiming to drop the elf prone.

The distraction however, had stopped his firing for the time being.

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