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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.]

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"More like you assign ME to do the grunt work while you sit back in the seat of power and information," he said, even as he swapped out his mace and shield for his trusted two-handed sword. "Be my eyes and ears, my lady, and I shall be your hands and sword!"

"Oh now, don't act as if you're not going to enjoy it. Isn't protecting the (not-so-innocent) what you're all about?" she teased, then fell silent, though his last comment almost received a laugh.

It was a headache and a half hopping from congisphere signature to signature in such a small vicinity, but it did help that the robots in question possessed AI that didn't quite mimic the minds of the other hundreds of voices aboard Stacy.

"Three within a 15 yard radius, with an additional two, 7 yards beyond that."

"Clustered or separated, can you tell?" Light swirled up and around him as he invoked a blessing on them both -- congratulations, Mindfuck, you've just been Kingsed. Then his seal, then Righteous Fury, then Retribution Aura.

"You must make the most fantastic target with that luminosity.; this should go well. (Anywho...) Two of the three closest are together and..." She paused, head cocked to the side.

"They're patiently awaiting us."

"Naw, it all fades after the cast," he said, which indeed it was. "Just give me a moment to regen..."

He slung his sword over his shoulder, tapping his foot as he hummed. Waiting, waiting, Retribution has terrible regen, la la la --

"NOW!" He burst into motion, crashing over the table he'd been flipping around, then around the corner. "FOR AZEROTH! SELAMA ASHAL'ANORE! LOK'TAR OGAR!"

Pick a language, Mar.

If she could blink in surprise, she would have. Instead she simply watched Mar bowl over the table and around the corner, shouting a variety of war cries as he went. After he was out of sight she suddenly remembered to pick her feet up and follow behind him.

The hallway was eerily silent, despite all the noise made. As the short seconds ticked by, a shot rang out from further down the hallway, followed by two more. The robots were hiding, but they were there.

Mar did love to shout war cries. No denying that.

The bullet slammed into his armor, stinging him through it but not slowing him at all. In fact, as he made a dramatic gesture and a massive hammer of holy light descended in Judgment on one of those hidden ones, he noticeably sped up, sprinting down the hallway to hew at that same robot with a mighty sweep of his weapon. Holy light shone around the blade as it descended, highlighting his manic grin.

She was quick to place herself against the wall and crouch low as the paladin ran off towards their enemies. As she watched him charge into the robots with a flurry of light and well-placed bravado, a lopsided smile hung on her face.

It had been quite awhile since she'd participated in this sort of work. Superheroing. Of course, just about everyone on the ship that she'd had the chance (or misfortune) of meeting had some sort ability, so it couldn't really be considered doing a heroes' work aboard Stacy, could it? Ah, it hardly mattered. It was more of the ideal behind the act on why she'd become one, anyways and the ideal was still intact.

"The third is on it's way, six yards (five, four, three...) on your left side!"

"EAT THE HAMMER OF JUSTICE, METALLIC MONSTROSITY!" the paladin roared, turning to slam his weapon into the approaching robot. Shockwaves rolled out along the blade's path, stunning the robot as Mar immediately spun back with a rising slice of the blade that was so over-the-top he not only turned around in midair, but passed the weapon from hand to hand behind his back just to dissipate its momentum.

Oh wow. Just. Wow.

Quips, catch phrases or commentary? Check. Eye-catching lights, sounds or appearance? Check. Flashy, hard to replicate fighting moves? Check.

He would have made a fantastic Superhomey, she was sure of it. In fact, she would have paid just to hear the 'witty' banter between Mar and Major Havoc. It would be golden.

"You're really enjoying this entire 'smite the wicked' thing, aren't you?"

Edited 2012-01-11 06:24 (UTC)

They're only hard to replicate from an outside perspective! Find any other Azerothian paladin and you'd find these abilities.

"The wicked DESERVE it so much, why shouldn't I enjoy it?" He grinned, the light tone and playful mien belying the much deeper core of savage ferocity that relished in the annihilation of those who would do others pain.

"Oh, I'm sure (they do). It's an attitude I run into quite often in this business (the colorfully spandexed and caped one, that is). I--oh, visitors (I should really save the small chat for a more appropriate time)!" she huffed, mentally marking each of the machines that shot down the hallway.

She supposed it was about time that she attempted to do something about their numbers before they got out of hand. Her abilities might not be completely effective on AI all of the time, but perhaps she could attempt to subtly encourage them into actions that wouldn't completely defy their previous orders.

"Aww, but I like the chat," he said, quite sincerely. It certainly wasn't distracting him in the slightest. He hammered the robot he was fighting with an obnoxiously powerful blow, sending it clattering to the ground in pieces, then lifted his hand to discharge holy energy directly into the very fabric of another's being... such as it was, for a robot.

She smiled. "As long as I'm over here dawdling around in your mind, you'll have some conversation (mostly unrelated). Now," she started, watching the sparks fly from the machines as they clattered to the ground.

"There is an unfortunately large group that we're going to run into sooner than later. As much as I would love (prefer) to blind them to our presence by temporarily shutting down their optic nerves (though that option would leave us with their hearing intact), it's not (as in definitely not) something worth attempting. I'd bet you dollars to dumplings that their AI is a separate device altogether."

Good, he said, meaning the conversation, not the news.

How far away is this other group? he said as he lopped through the chest of the final combatant. If I've got a moment I can switch to wearing them down slowly, and any damage you can do to them will definitely help in that case...

"Let's see if I can stall for just a bit (a lot) of time, here. I--ah (well that certainly makes things easier)," she said, cutting her words short. "It looks like that's no longer the case. A number of (humanoid) minds have arrived. Judging by the sudden spike of mingled excitement and anger, I'd gather they've engaged our opponents."

She looked up suddenly, eyebrows furrowed. "In which case, lead the way to...wherever it is we're heading (anywhere but here, rather). My knowledge of this locale is ah...slim (near non-existant) at best."

"Oh, well, if there's others, then..." He quickly swapped out his sword for his mace and shield, then took just a moment to lean against the wall and breathe. He wasn't precisely winded, but one took their chance to steady oneself whenever one could.

"All right!" he said after a moment, pushing himself fully vertical again. "Let's get over there and absorb some damage!" He hefted his mace, then paused. "Uh, by which I mean me. I'd prefer you not get hurt."

She walked up beside Maridian and propped herself against the wall as well, then raised a hand to pat him on the shoulder. It was both meant to be a comforting gesture and maybe just a bit apologetic for the lack of offensive skills she possessed at the moment.

"I'll just stand far over in the back and supervise the fight like any good do-nothing. Should I run commentary like a sports announcer as well (sans the overbearing obnoxiousness)?"

It's his own fault for letting someone on the battlefield be in danger, weapons or no. (He believed that, quite thoroughly.) He was the one who owed her an apology.

"Oh, please!" he said, perking up at the offer. Quite sincerely.

"Fantastic," she said, flashing a grin. Mindfuck motioned down the hallway with one hand, and once he began down it she started her commentary.

"Coming out to the field is Maridian Gladespring, player number oh-one. Now folks, Maridian here comes from a Lovecraftian-era world full of antediluvian horrors where even the goats (goat-squids?) have started walking upright and talking. He's an elf but despite popular media's portrayal, there seems to be little fanciful about this player (other than that oh-so well-maintained hair, of course!). He's being met on the field by generic obliterate-bot prototype model 004-G11, from team Shodan."

"From the left," she added.

A part of her wanted to go the whole way with this marvelous expenditure of time but she was sure that walking around in his head in full business wear, microphone in hand, would offer just a bit too much of a distraction. In her experience it was fairly difficult for most humanoids to focus on both what went on in their heads and be mindful of their reality.

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