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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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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.

Ronnae was still a bit dizzy from earlier but she nodded nonetheless. Holding the gun firmly came as second nature to the hardened warrior and she took a stabilizing breath before turning out of her cover and taking quick aim at the machine.

She let out three bursts at the head and a few more towards the arm that was holding the weapon in hopes to aid Mar's damage and hoping that it would deter it from further pursuing Mar.

Billy gritted his teeth and kept up the assault. He couldn't look down to see it, but he'd just sliced himself---shallowly, thankfully not a bullet puncture. Yet he still felt like he was burning up, mostly from the adrenaline of the fight. They needed to stay alive.

He kept low and shot even lower from the side, aiming for the attachments to the legs with rapid-fire shots. It was an incredible risk for Mar, and he worried.

"Come on!" he exhaled furiously.

And down Mar went. But he'd been knocked on his ass countless times in the course of his adventuring career -- hell, some days it seemed like every other creature in Azeroth could smack a paladin so hard he fell to the ground. The paladin kipped straight back up like he had springs on his butt, his sword slashing viciously as he struck with savage ferocity. "FOR THE GLORY OF QUEL'THALAS!"

Bullets flying past him? He didn't even notice them. In the heat of battle a surge of spells and missiles passed within inches of him on a regular basis; this was practically a vacation.

The flurry of bullets coming at it from different angles disoriented the T-800 as it stumbled back some. Some of them bypassing defenses and damaging many of the more fragile components wherever they struck.

Many of the ones to the head made the T-800's aiming program fail and many of it's functions were becoming disable little by little.

The vicious assault from Mar was the end for the machine as slice after slice broke it down more and more, eventually making it fall back with a resounding 'thud'.

It's aiming arm however had locked on the trigger, and now the rail gun was flailing aimlessly, sending bullets flying everywhere.

She wouldn't let them get hurt, specially not by some stray bullets.

Ronnae took one of the sheets of metal that were laying around and charged the lifeless machine and slammed the makeshift shield against it's gun arm, knocking the rail gun off it's hands and stopping the gun from firing.

She turned back to the other two with a concerned look,

"Are you both okay? I still have my first aid kit." Of course, she hadn't noticed Billy had been injured, her vision having been blurred by the earlier assault and it wasn't till now that she had full awareness.

Billy had been ready to contain it somehow, but Ronnae had beaten him to the solution. Wonderful. For a few moments, they were safe.

He immediately paced around the back room, searching for any signs of 'friends' laying in wait. For now, there were none, but there was a nice line of red on the side of his suit.

"I think so. For the most part, anyway. Might've cut myself dodging bullets," he added, looking down at his side. He really, really missed his uniform armor. At least there was a little more protection there. "But I'll survive."

"I've got some bandages too," Mar said, between heavy breaths. He wasn't exhausted, he just hadn't been this bruised and banged up in a long time. Or no, that wasn't true, but he hadn't felt it in a long time. "I'm not bleeding. Externally. Probably not internally either, but who can tell? Either way, I've had worse."

"Alright then, I'll tend to Billy and then check up on you." And she wouldn't be having no for an answer.

She strode up to Billy and motioned him to sit down, taking her time to clean and dress the wounds using the items in the kit.

"Hey---" But Billy wasn't exactly going to be the best patient ever in these circumstances. He kept fretting and looking at the door, fidgeting restlessly, and reaching for the gun. But he did have to admit that it helped, and he calmed by the time the last wound was covered.

"Thanks." He only had time to lean in and kiss her cheek before running over to the doorway, watching for more signs of invasion while she tended to Mar. "Maridian, could you help her too? I would, but...someone should watch," he worried.

"I'm going to go up front and --" But too late! Ronnae caught him before he could deflect concern about him.

Honestly, the blood elf looked terrible, once you got his armor off. Bright purple-blue blotches covered his chest and one leg where the armor had been driven punishingly into his flesh.

Ronnae smiled at Billy's kiss and his drive to keep them safe, whether it be from fear or bravery it didn't matter. His heart was in the right place.

When she saw Mar's wounds, she frowned in concern and touched them lightly, inspecting what parts needed more hep due to critical injuries as opposed to the lighter scratches.

Once she was sure of where she needed to begin, she started immediately, taking her time to not hurt him further.

"I'm sorry if this hurts, this shouldn't take too long okay?" her voice was soft and caring, much like the way it used to be when she was tending to her team back in Azeroth. Specially those that had skipped the batlefield first aid classes.

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