http://thesystemshock.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] thesystemshock.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-12-29 08:52 pm

System Shock - Fight the Power!

Gods could be too arrogant. Such was the case of SHODAN, who had turned the Pods into a nightmarish zone where she could freely amuse herself and torture those that had come here.

But arrogance breeds pride which breeds mistakes. Instead of killing everyone off, she had decided to do this more slowly – watch them suffer in a slow agony, and, therefore had not expected them to fight back.

It had been a lucky shot, really, one in a million, But one of the people present that day had accidentally shot a tiny, insignificant object. A tiny little drone, that, once it had been the source of the power damper, had fallen. The tables were turned, and the goddess had been forced to retreat from the pods.

Now she was on a panicked mode, not only because some of the other people on the ship had managed to work their way into her system files, using another AI to send pointless images and sounds to her, distracting her from her task, but they knew how they could defeat her and gain their powers back.

It didn't take long for the message to be sent out, as the word quickly spread. Find the tiny little creatures, and shoot them down. SHODAN couldn't work their shields properly and once they were found, it was only a short matter of time before the powers returned to an area.

It would take time, but, finally, the tide of the battle was turning on the side of the crewmen and women. In vain, she was throwing her all; even more strange robot creatures, attacking in packs, but with hope on their side, they could win this...

[OOC - OKay go for it! NPC players, feel free to NPC as many robots as you like. Players, once your powers return, feel free to make as much scrap metal as you like, no need to have people NPC for you if you just want to write tags of them kicking ass.]

[identity profile] swordofdorn.livejournal.com 2012-01-05 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Indeed, I have one more after this is expended."

He moves forward, clutching the charge in his left hand as he dispatches the shambling machines with almost desultory fire from his bolt pistol.

He clamps on the charge, then backs away, prepared to make his stand, and provide Aya some cover, laser bolts tearing across his ceramite armor in mad streaks.

[identity profile] gunspluscells.livejournal.com 2012-01-06 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Aya of course, is grateful for the cover that he provides. When she's in a safe position, she decimates a few more robots with her some gunfire. Keep them from getting too close. Enjoyment was a large part of this - as much as she didn't want to admit she liked her mitochondrial powers, she felt completely decimated without them.

"We're not the only ones in The City, I think if we find one more dampener then this area's clear." said Aya over the gunfire.

[identity profile] swordofdorn.livejournal.com 2012-01-06 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Then let us cleanse this place with bolter and blade, faith and fire, zeal and choler. Let none of these abominations escape to harm our companions elsewhere!"

If nothing else, Erhart is a man for speeches as he fights, roaring this even as he abandons firing the pistol, holstering it as he wades two handed into the metallic horde with murderous ferocity.

[identity profile] gunspluscells.livejournal.com 2012-01-08 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, you're pretty good." She can live with the verbosity, it's an area that she wouldn't say was her best but Erhart's speech pretty much was all her sentiments in one. It's the kind of speech you'd want to hear when the odds are against you, or just need a morale boost. So Aya's got a bit more spark in her step, metal fragments flying everywhere as she laid waste to their enemies.

[identity profile] swordofdorn.livejournal.com 2012-01-08 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Erhart doesn't respond, saving his breath for swordplay as he engages a Magna guard in a lightning duel that lasts maybe 20 seconds in total, the spinning, arcing stave clashing several times with his sword, briefly being knocked to his knees before rising into a shoulder-smash that flattens the Magnaguard, finishing it with a brutal downward stab before it can rise from the knockdown. He halts, a second later, a brief respite from the flow of battle.

"We must find the last of the dampeners quickly. That alone will turn the tide. "