Gathering in Contagion

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Sneaking through corridors armed to the teeth was something she'd gotten depressingly used to over her time on Stacy, but Trudy didn't think much of the latest threat. For one, the invasion was scattered across all decks of the ship, giving the crew small pockets of robots intent on taking over key areas. It made it easy to fall back to Level 1 and Level 6, respectively, to regroup.

Contagion was a safe zone for now, and Trudy intended for it to stay that way. In fact, she intended to retake this whole deck very shortly, once they had enough manpower to do it. Medical seemed to be handling themselves fairly well on their own, and the only spot that threatened to be overrun was Special Weapons.

"All right people, listen up, here's what we do. Move anything you can to barricade the windows to Contagion - we don't want them to know how many people we've got in here. We'll wait until we have a fairly sizable force and then we'll push out into the corridor and retake Special Weapons. From there, we'll push forward to Level 2 and try to force them out of the pod caverns. Fortify this position as much as you can and keep an eye on the corridor. Friendly target, pull them in. Unfriendly target, eliminate with extreme prejudice."

She didn't want any surprises, but she did want as many people on her side as could be had.

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[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"Fortification? Well, that is what the sons of Dorn do. We held at the Cathedral, we'll hold here, soon enough."

Erhart is covered with pockmarks and burns on his armor, and his tabard is entirely shredded, but he appears more or less intact, the Black Sword sheathed, and his bolt pistols still holstered as well.

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If he was working on that, it made sense for Trudy to cover the door. She could hear the firing down the corridor where Billy and the others were holding out at Special Weapons. She knelt to the side of the doorway, covering the hallway from the direction of the Hub.

"What kind of hostiles have you run into so far?"

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"Nothing an Astartes could not handle, however, the strange rolling mechanical heresies are strong, and their shield generators are impressive. We'll need melta-weapons or other heavy gear to punch through that level of defense."

He spares a look back to her, turning from his work of getting a makeshift barricade built. "The ones that talk a lot and are colored in white are fairly easy to slay. Untrained mortals are managing them."

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"I'm sure we have all of that in Special Weapons. Unfortunately, that's where they're focusing on right now."

They didn't have enough people in here to make a stand yet, or to drive the robots out, but Trudy could start keeping them from adding more to the numbers threatening to overwhelm Special Weapons' defenders. A handful of the frailer white robotic drones rounded the corner and Trudy opened fire, squeezing off a few shots from her GIA-issue plasma rifle.

"We'll concentrate on securing this level before we go down to the next one."

[pantsaretight.livejournal.com]

"We happen to be expecting any traps, or got any maps of possible ambush sites we should be wary of?"

Well now, it seemed like Stacy was giving Mal all sorts of reasons to start acting like a sergeant again, only this time with actual support and a competent command staff. Course, he wouldn't have minded some of the superior firepower advantage his enemies always seemed to have either, but beggars couldn't be choosers. All he knew was he had no plan of tolerating any more helpless people getting killed. Not now, not ever, and especially not when some of his people might still be sleeping in those pods down there.

Grabbing some cover, he quickly eyeballed where best to stow it.

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"Nice of you to join the party," Trudy said. If the situation was less dire, she would look forward to seeing what Mal could do. Now, though, she was more interested in getting her people out of danger. "Special Weapons is down at the end of the corridor, the robots are holding a choke point there. The other end of the hall is the only entrance to this section. Between there and the Hub there's plenty of places for them to come at us, but by the time we reclaim Special Weapons I intend to have a lot more firepower."

She was using the GIA-issue plasma rifle she had ordered her troops to carry, but she had also brought her standard-issue semi-automatic from her own universe. She took it off her back and offered it to Mal by the barrel. "I don't have many rounds for that but you'll make better use of it than I will right now. It's kinetic projectile, not laser, so it kicks a little."

[puny-parker.livejournal.com]

"Works for me." Peter said. He and Starfire had run out to look for Beast Boy, and gotten separated along the way. At the moment, all he was armed with was a length of pipe and his webshooters, and he was already pretty battered.

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"How are you holding up?" Trudy asked.

She didn't like it when the kids got stuck in the middle, although she knew better than most that a lot of the supposed 'kids' on this ship had been taking on the darker side of life for longer than some of the soldiers she worked with.

[puny-parker.livejournal.com]

"Facing down an enemy that's only goal is to see us die horribly, while vastly outnumbered and outgunned? Feels just like home."

Though the words sounded like one of Peter's jokes, the tone didn't. There was a tone of seriousness to it that Peter didn't normally have. His friends were in danger, and he was going to help them come hell or high water.