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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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While Special Weapons was certainly one of the more important areas on the ship to lock down in terms of not letting their enemies get hold of valuable weaponry, it was the sound of distant weapons fire that hastened Zouichi forward. The bike made quick work of the distance, but it looked like actually getting into the place would be a tad more difficult. The robot assault on Special Weapons was already well underway; he couldn't discern from here exactly who was inside.

As his bike pulled up, he punched a stray robot ~~BECAUSE HE COULD~~, sending it flying backward. He was weakened, but not powerless.

Edited 2011-12-13 18:59 (UTC)

"You know, paladins aren't normally trained in guns and ranged weapons, but back in the days," the paladin said calmly as he wandered out of the back, utterly unruffled despite the chaos enveloping the ship outside, "I worked with one who'd custom-built his own rocket launcher. That was a mighty fine weapon, too. Too bad I don't have one of those right now. Anyway, you look like you could use someone to be a target while you're working..."

Billy was rarely so relieved to hear another voice. He couldn't risk turning around, but he did shout enough. "Do you have experiences with building rocket launchers too? Maybe---or I could, possibly---argh!"

A shot from the other side got in that just grazed him, smashing another vial. Great.

"Sorry, I'm a jewelcrafter by trade," Mar said, still cheerful as he grabbed Billy to yank him down. He dug into his backpack, then offered up a bandage made of alarmingly high-quality cloth. "Here. Patch yourself up and then we'll talk planning."

Unholstering his shield, Mar stood up, making himself a target. He didn't have his healing, his holy magic, or even most of his endurance, but the elementium shield was forged out of Azeroth's mightiest known metal, as was the armor he routinely wore. Still, no matter what, protecting others was really his only reason for living any more.

"Of course," Billy gasped as he thudded against the ground, accepting the bandage with a dazed expression. He'd been locked in one mode for so long that it took him a few seconds to release his gun.

He rolled over and made a messy attempt at stopping the bleeding in what cover he could find, scrambling back up when it was done. "Right. I'll chain together some weapons on auto-fire. We should have enough ammunition for an hour."

He got straight to work on the floor, muttering angry phrases at the pain.

Don't mind the loud noise of ricochets! Mar had angled his shield slightly so the incoming ordnance glanced off it at an angle, carefully keeping as much of his body behind it.

"Sounds like a plan. Maybe then we can crack open the place and help ourselves to some sweet sweet payback."

"Got it," Billy nodded to himself, working in a hurry. He needed to get at least one weapon online as soon as possible to protect them. It was just a matter of holding the trigger, adjusting the barrel, setting up a chain to input ammo---he ran all about the lab to get these things, head lowered to protect against hits.

Some rigging and much cursing later, he managed to start the first test. "It's not high-power. I just need to see if the mechanism works. How's your shield?"

Mar laughed happily. "You have no IDEA what this shield has been through. I've endured more gunfire than this just trying to run a flag!:

"Run a flag?" That sounded familiar. He thought he'd heard Ronnie mention something like that once.

Where was she? He made a noise, but he tried not to let himself be consumed by worry. Surely someone saw her and made sure she was safe, right?

An exploding robot announced the presence of Clef, who was not quite awesome enough to ride in on a motorcycle punching robots but may have been attracted by the noise. He ducked back behind a corner to reload his weapon, which looked something like a crossbow, before taking another shot.

And here entered three new people into the fray, one of which was perched on the back of another. She was no less dangerous however, aiming with precision, trying to make a path for the three of them to get through. She also seemed to betray no emotion about being injured, though it was obvious she wasn't happy about it.

"Ruffnut, Hana? You ok?"

Ruffnut grunted and called up, "Still alive."

She was bracing her charge with a shield and holding a spear in the other hand while acting as a beast of burden carrying Mindy on her shoulders. Their moving was less then graceful, but their being of one mind and spirit made things easier.

Hana was focused on covering their backs, due to their arrangement making it difficult for either of them to turn around.

His grinning face popped into view and he nodded. "I'm good." Before slipping behind them both once again.

Zouichi was a little surprised to see Hana there... but there was no point dwelling on that now. "Fuyu."

In response, the front-mounted coil gun on his bike flared into life, sending a bolt of blazing energy into the mass of robots crowding at Special Weapons. That should soften them up a little. He thought he could hear someone's voice -- Billy's? -- but abandoned trying to listen any further above the din of the attacking droids as he drove his axe into one of their central processing units.

Who had been running multiple tasks all day and all night the day prior? A certain half-orc girl! A certain half-orc girl who had been knocked out for most of the day while the announcement was made and completely missed every bit of what was going on until the ruckus outside her little ~~crevice~~ room inside her workspace woke her enough to go check.

A small wall slid open nearby where Billy was hiding and the familiar red head peeked her head outside, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

"This isn't where you, *yawns* test weapons at... You'll g-get in trouble..." Of course she said it to no one in particular, not realizing what was going on.

"Ronnie?"

Even in the middle of a war---no, especially in the middle of a war, Billy's consciousness tended to focus on her when she was nearby. He shifted to face her while rigging what was becoming the base of a blast shield.

"We're all in enough trouble already. There's a war going on," he explained tersely, twisting a bolt into place.

"Well, yeah I know that much sweetheart... I haven't forgotten 'bout the Ohmnies." her voice was a stark contrast to the chaos around, a peaceful, sleepy and sweet tone of voice.

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)

"Yep!" he said, ducking back down to get out of the way of any fire tests Billy might want to do. Friendly fire was rarely advisable, after all. "On Azeroth, the Horde and Alliance had an allegedly-civilized fight for control of a place called Warsong Gulch. The two sides would each compete to capture each other's flags, thus proving their superiority and winning honor and glory for the Horde."

"Capture the flag games are supposed to be civil, but...no, I don't think it would be. Ronnae didn't mention much about civility there."

Billy nodded and tentatively peeked up, lifting this attempt at a gun. "Firing!"

The shots hit a few more robots, but there was a bit of blowback that had Billy stumbling---he hadn't set it on its stool fast enough. There, now it was stable after a little fix.

"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!"

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."

"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."

"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.

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