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...)

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THE SLOW THREAD: ROBOT HARDMODE

[bequiet_hescreamed]

They were like disorganized backup for the other guys - a team of late-comers riding the tidal wave of robots that had been alerted to the attempted breaching of Special Weapons. They converged on the area separately, lacking any form of dependable communication with the current outages.

Clef had actually arrived earlier, but had been overwhelmed by the robots. His weapon - a makeshift exploding crossbow made out of socks and flour - actually sort of sucked, and managed to break after he fired the first shot. Fortunately, he had brought some duct tape and only had to hide in an air vent for a few minutes before he was once again able to join the fray. Not a moment too soon, either - the hallway had in the meantime become clogged with strange, lumpy metal beings that looked as though they were put together out of household tools. Clef took aim and fired straight for the--

... Well, at least the wall had taken parts of the Dalek out with it.

[windwitch]

Maxine wasn't so much late as she was running furtively from place to place, using her normal overabundance of energy and her extra anxiety from what was going on to propel her. She had to try to do something useful, and she wasn't sure where to start-- so she was going wherever it seemed like someone could probably use back up. Her abilities may not have been at full strength, but she could damn well try. She heard some noise and rushed to where it originated. There could be someone in trouble.

"Clef! Are you okay?"

[bequiet_hescreamed]

"Maxine!" He hadn't seen her almost since they had awoken from the pods - it was a big ship, and he had been on a lot of away missions. To say that he was pleasantly surprised to see her alive and well in the middle of all this would be an understatement. Her lack of obvious weapons confused him a bit, considering the circumstances. Though he was a bit scraped up and more than a little dirty, he wondered how she was even surviving.

"Are you sure it's safe for you to be out here?"

[windwitch]

Maxine looked a little concerned, frowning to herself as she approached. She felt a little lost, here, with her powers on the decline the way they were. It was hard for her to know exactly what to do. She'd managed the last time she'd lost her powers, but it hadn't been so much fighting for her, then...

She moved closer, obviously on edge, though her powers weren't stirring up her hair or outfit now. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I couldn't just hide. My powers aren't totally working but they're also not totally off, either. I don't know how much I can help or how well I can defend myself but I couldn't just sit back while all of this was happening, you know? I had to try to help..."

[bequiet_hescreamed]

"I understand," Clef replied. He had to smile a little at her determination. And who was he to criticize? His powers were totally gone right now, and he wasn't exactly built for combat.

[windwitch]

Maxine took a deep breath. She was nervous, frankly. She was having trouble figuring out what to do. They needed to do something, right?

"Do you think we can get in there to help?"