Best Gadget Buddies [Open]

[morphitudinous]

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...)

Comments

[seesbosscrotch.livejournal.com]

"Hmm, that seems pretty powerful!" Mar peeked up just far enough to see how much damage it'd done. "I think we may be in good shape!"

[morphitudinous]

"I hope so. Now to get back to the shield," Billy yelled, ducking and rolling. "As soon as I get this up you can rest," he panted, ducking to do just that.

"That will then leave us the problem of getting out of here. I still don't have an answer."

[seesbosscrotch.livejournal.com]

Cleverly, Mar slid off his shield and held it up. The sudden sharp sounds of bullets ricocheting off its upper edge showed that the attackers were ready, if not hyperintelligent.

"It's Special WEAPONS, right? There's got to be something in here we can use."

[morphitudinous]

"Right, but it's a narrow opening," Billy called breathlessly, shoving things into place as quickly as he could. "We need a huge blast to take out all the forces near the door at once. To give us enough room to fight whatever can't be killed with the first big blow. We might have one, it just needs some work."

[seesbosscrotch.livejournal.com]

"I wish was had a mage," he groused. Then added, "With working spells. One good Flamestrike, problem solved."

He assessed his options, but Light or no, Mar could really only do the one thing he was good at. "You do what you need to. I'll keep you safe."