IC SOLITARUS: HOSTILE WATERS

[Banana_=P]

[129 / 130 HP; 15 + 5 = 20 / 30 Sap)

(2, (10)) BOTH OF THE MACHINES ARMS ARE LOPPED OFF... IT WOBBLES BACK, NOT REALLY ABLE TO DO MUCH. IT BLEEDS ENOUGH OIL WITHIN A FEW MOMENTS FOR ITS LIGHTS TO SPUTTER OUT.


(7) WITH HOW DAMAGED THE UNIT IS, THE BLOW SEVERS ITS HEAD ENTIRELY, THE SYRINGE STICKING IN THE OPPOSITE WALL WITH THE SEVERED HEAD HANGING ON IT FROM A FEW CABLES BEFORE QUIETLY DROPPING TO THE GROUND. SEEMS THOSE AUGMENTATIONS PAID OFF....

(--) DEAD AND UPRIGHT, THE FINAL BLOW IS CINEMATIC, SPLITTING THE UNIT NEAR IN HALF, BUT OVERALL, UNNECESSARY.

Tev's oculus blinks, surprised at the cutting power of his "scalpel" weapon.
Tev quickly readjusts though, readying for battle...

Gauze, a bit roughed up, but on the mend, takes not of Karl's pretty sizeable damages. She first has to take a turn to disengage the parasite state, tubes and needles slowly retracting from where they slotted into her sides. She grimaces quietly, closing her eyes and whistling, so as to not hear the fleshy squelching of the gear shifting.

(g18 here means given 18, not fixed 18.)
(fixed rolls are determined a oneself, while given rolls are determined by other people.)
Then, she notices X-001's injured state, and it looks nowhere as good. "Stand back! I'll get this handled! You go to a medic first!" shouts she.

[PCS]
KARL, A-02, SALVAGE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 1 / DODGE 3 / HP: 39/100

---------------- [INTERIM] ----------------

THE ARMORY LIES STREWN ABOUT WITH MACHINE BITS AND PIECES.

WITH THE WAY AHEAD NOW CLEAR, THE ONLY WAY TO PROGRESS SEEMS TO BE TO CARRY ON OUT THOSE RUINED DOORS.

BEHIND THE DISTANT ALARMING, THE SOUNDS OF MORE CONFLICT ARE AUDIBLE. METAL BEING SPLIT, GUNSHOTS, AND STRANGE, MUFFLED RUMBLINGS, LIKE SPEAKER STATIC RUN ONLY THROUGH BASS.

"Patch Karl up, then lets keep going. That was a fourth of our staff at most."

...before looking around and seeing that the battle appears to have essentially finished. For now, at least.
"Handling."
Tev scuttles off promptly to Karl, syringe readied.

Arma, wiping some sweat on her armored jacket sleeve, glances around at the Assets.

"... You'll get used to it."

"NOTHING TEV AND I CAN'T HANDLE!"
"I'VE BEEN THROUGH WORSE. SOOOOO MUCH WORSE..."
"Which is to say she's been through everything I've been. No evidence exists suggesting she's dealt with more than bandits and their battle androids."
...This might be the longest Caba has gone using her outside voice without Tev telling her to be more quiet.

[QUANTUM RECOVERY: 20 - 20 Sap = 0 Sap)
Caba glances at Markas as he walks forward. Tev, meanwhile, scuttles over to Karl, recalling where he injected Karl last time (@Cryogenesis) and just jabbing it in Karl, recovering what should be 20% of his HP. Or just 20 HP.
"Here."
"This should help."

[129 / 130 HP; 0 / 20 Sap)

 

[Cryogenesis]

Then, she notices X-001's injured state, and it looks nowhere as good. "Stand back! I'll get this handled! You go to a medic first!" shouts she.

"Good idea"

THE ARMORY LIES STREWN ABOUT WITH MACHINE BITS AND PIECES.

WITH THE WAY AHEAD NOW CLEAR, THE ONLY WAY TO PROGRESS SEEMS TO BE TO CARRY ON OUT THOSE RUINED DOORS.

BEHIND THE DISTANT ALARMING, THE SOUNDS OF MORE CONFLICT ARE AUDIBLE. METAL BEING SPLIT, GUNSHOTS, AND STRANGE, MUFFLED RUMBLINGS, LIKE SPEAKER STATIC RUN ONLY THROUGH BASS.

Karl struggles to stand up straight; his legs quiver, and he talks between heavy breaths. He quickly looks for the baton SDD-4 had, and then looks around for any robot body that isn't absolutely decimated.

"Patch Karl up, then lets keep going. That was a fourth of our staff at most."

Arma, wiping some sweat on her armored jacket sleeve, glances around at the Assets.

"... You'll get used to it."

"This is pretty much my everyday life, just with fewer restrictions and a lot more fun...and competition"

Gauze, still visibly pained, manages to grunt out some words through gritted teeth.

"Dinghy? I think. Don't like her. Stuck-up. tispe."

"How are you two supposed to get along if you won't even talk to each other?"

"Not my. Fault. Get her. boyfriend. to do it."

She glances with her eye at Foundation.

"..."

He narrows his eyes, looking down at the two of them.

"We're not talking about this."

Overhearing the conversation, Karl decides to leave a comment
"Your girlfriend is your superior?"

It marches towards Karl, once again removing a piece of itself, handing it over with a perfectly blank expression. The mass snakes out its palm and begins its work.

Karl doesn't question it or show any signs of disgust, he just lets the thing do its work and thanks Markas

[QUANTUM RECOVERY: 20 - 20 Sap = 0 Sap)
Caba glances at Markas as he walks forward. Tev, meanwhile, scuttles over to Karl, recalling where he injected Karl last time (@Cryogenesis) and just jabbing it in Karl, recovering what should be 20% of his HP. Or just 20 HP.
"Here."
"This should help."

[39+20=59 total HP=59]
Karl, while not in top shape, shows immediate signs of recovery; his legs stop quivering and his breath becomes more stable.
"Thanks, Tev, really helped. One thing is clear, though, I need to be more careful this time around."
He then continues looking for a robot corpse that isn't destroyed.

 

[Creeper326]

(2, (10)) BOTH OF THE MACHINES ARMS ARE LOPPED OFF... IT WOBBLES BACK, NOT REALLY ABLE TO DO MUCH. IT BLEEDS ENOUGH OIL WITHIN A FEW MOMENTS FOR ITS LIGHTS TO SPUTTER OUT.


(7) WITH HOW DAMAGED THE UNIT IS, THE BLOW SEVERS ITS HEAD ENTIRELY, THE SYRINGE STICKING IN THE OPPOSITE WALL WITH THE SEVERED HEAD HANGING ON IT FROM A FEW CABLES BEFORE QUIETLY DROPPING TO THE GROUND. SEEMS THOSE AUGMENTATIONS PAID OFF....

(--) DEAD AND UPRIGHT, THE FINAL BLOW IS CINEMATIC, SPLITTING THE UNIT NEAR IN HALF, BUT OVERALL, UNNECESSARY.


(3) With its enhanced mobility, the machine is able to scarcely eek out an evasion, turning its attention to cream after its brutal assault on Karl.


(11) The hammer crashes down, splitting the machine's angular head nearly in half from the concussive force of the blow. It stumbles awkwardly back, barely able to remain on its pronged feet.


(STUNNED, 1) The blows are slightly off from each other, but regardless, the machine's head is now a pile of scrap metal with a scarcely lit red lens somewhere about it. It's arm is ripped almost cleanly off by the scrap blade, dragging across the ground, connected by a few loose cables and wires.


(2,1 (all natural rolls btw ) Down both arms, impaled several times over, and unable to see, its no surprise that Haren gets the drop on the machine. He crashes down, first blow ripping its head into bits, which clatter across the room, cleaving a deep gash into its torso. The second is enough to split it down the middle nearly all the way through, connected only at the waist and below.


Behind Foundation, she gags a bit, but aid is aid.

13 HP WAS RESTORED.


[ADDATIVE ATTACKS ARE NOT ALLOWED UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE, SORRY.]


(--) Under the continued barrage of attacks, the already dead, yet still standing machine has a leg blown from its frame as it attempts to take a single step towards The Ghoul.
It falls to the ground, loosing the arm holding the baton entirely as it shudders a few times on the floor, lights flickering for a moment as they fizzle out.

Nailz' watching the combat end with a quick glance, continues working on the Guardsman unit. (8)

[1/1] GU-5r CONTROL ASSUMPTION [1/3] (38/50)

Seeing as the conflict is done, Foundation steps away, slinging his shotgun to his side. (Ending Absolute Aegis state)

Arma steps out from behind Markas as well, smiling up at them and patting them on the side before walking towards the others.

Gauze, a bit roughed up, but on the mend, takes not of Karl's pretty sizeable damages. She first has to take a turn to disengage the parasite state, tubes and needles slowly retracting from where they slotted into her sides. She grimaces quietly, closing her eyes and whistling, so as to not hear the fleshy squelching of the gear shifting.



---------------- [ALLIED STATS] ----------------

[NPCS]

ADMIRAL IRONSIDES, O-A, TRADELESS ---- DEF 10 / DODGE 0 / HP: 287/300
VICE-ADMIRAL DINGHY, O-0, STEALTH (EXECUTIONER) ---- DEF 0 / DODGE 7 / HP: 41/75
FIELD CAPTAIN FOUNDATION, O-1, SUPPORT (BULWARK) ---- DEF 10 / DODGE -5 /HP: 200/200
FIELD ENGINEER NAILZ, O-2, SALVAGE (JACK OF ALL TRADES) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 3 / HP: 125/125
FIELD OPERATOR ARMA, O-3, STRIKE (ANNIHILATOR) ---- DEF 0 / DODGE 5 / HP: 100/100
FIELD MEDIC GAUZE, O-4, SUPPORT (PARASITE) ---- DEF 0 / DODGE 3 / HP: 120/125

[PCS]

GHOUL, A-01, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 119/125
KARL, A-02, SALVAGE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 1 / DODGE 3 / HP: 39/100
CABA - TEV, A-03, SUPPORT(MODIFIED) ---- DEF 5 / DODGE 0 / HP: 129/130
CREAM STARLIGHT, A-04, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 118/123
MARKAS, A-05, SUPPORT (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 5 / DODGE 0 / HP: 128/150
HAREN, A-06, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 117/125
A-07, OFFLINE
A-08, OFFLINE
A-09, OFFLINE
A-10, OFFLINE

---------------- [ENEMY STATS] ----------------

OFFLINE

---------------- [INTERIM] ----------------

THE ARMORY LIES STREWN ABOUT WITH MACHINE BITS AND PIECES.

WITH THE WAY AHEAD NOW CLEAR, THE ONLY WAY TO PROGRESS SEEMS TO BE TO CARRY ON OUT THOSE RUINED DOORS.

BEHIND THE DISTANT ALARMING, THE SOUNDS OF MORE CONFLICT ARE AUDIBLE. METAL BEING SPLIT, GUNSHOTS, AND STRANGE, MUFFLED RUMBLINGS, LIKE SPEAKER STATIC RUN ONLY THROUGH BASS.

"Patch Karl up, then lets keep going. That was a fourth of our staff at most."

Arma, wiping some sweat on her armored jacket sleeve, glances around at the Assets.

"... You'll get used to it."

Gauze, still visibly pained, manages to grunt out some words through gritted teeth.

"Dinghy? I think. Don't like her. Stuck-up. tispe."

"How are you two supposed to get along if you won't even talk to each other?"

"Not my. Fault. Get her. boyfriend. to do it."

She glances with her eye at Foundation.

"..."

He narrows his eyes, looking down at the two of them.

"We're not talking about this."

---------------- [OTHER INFO] ----------------

Spoiler: Submarine Ambience

---------------- [INTERMEZZO] ----------------

[TUTORIAL! A SEGMENT IN WHICH COMBAT IS OFTEN MINIMAL, MEANING ITS IDEAL TIME TO GEAR UP, LOOK AROUND, OR WORK ON TAKING ACTION WITH ANY ITEMS LYING ABOUT. BE WARY, THESE PERIODS ARE SHORT, AND MEAN MORE COMBAT IS LIKELY SOON TO COME!!]

*Ghoul unslings Sunburst and places it on a table. He turns to Nailz.*
"Could you please add a few modifications to my weapon? It has a heat build up that's rather troublesome and could compromise others and myself at an inopportune time. I request a heat sink or a cooling system to be implemented to the laser weapon's core."
*He goes to face the armoury. He checks his revolver, loading it again.*

"Cream, you gonna make use of my revolver or is it going to be a pretty accessory around your hip?"
*He takes a breath, taking a few steps around.*

It twitches in response. Out of shock or expectation of something else is unknown.
"Why.".

"Because she cares about you."
*He says bluntly as he walks past them, not looking at them.*

 

[Cream Starlight]

"Emergency use..."
"I'm gonna use it when I can't reach one directly, or that bullets are more effective."
Cream shrugs. "My things has their flaws..."

 

[Orchamut]

Haren just sits down, seeming a bit winded. It has been a long time since he last had to fight like that.
He begins to sharpen his blade on one of his tail orbs.

 

[Fluxxation]

Cream takes a deep breath, and looks at the injury on her left arm.
...a bleeding graze, that won't affect her much.
She carefully uses her right hand to touch it (hammer nowhere to be found), but "ack-" and regretted doing that.
1
With that, she looks at the corpses of scrap metals, to find something useful - or something intact enough to be useful. Including the corpses themselves.
[1 - 117/123]

Most of the smaller machines wouldn't be worth repairing, and SDD-04 seems entirely destroyed. Though digging scrap metal off of the units doesn't seem as if it'll do any good.. a few of the other units lying around, especially the kitchen staff, might prove useful to repair and make use of.

Arma glances over, seeing that Cream is looking at the machines.

"I know neither of us are engineers, but we can still use these robots too. I don't.. really know how to fix them, but if you get close enough and wait, your pack should start doing it.. watch."
Arma walks over, kneeling by the corpse of KS-28c. Sure enough, smaller, auxiliary arms unfurl from her pack, starting to work on spot repairs to the crooked, broken machine.
[1/1] KS-28c CONTROL ASSUMPTION [1/2] (17/35)

Arma waves Cream over as the arms continue to work.

[REMEMBER, THE SECOND NUMBER IS HOW MANY PEOPLE MAY WORK ON AN OBJECTIVE AT ONCE. THIS MEANS KS-28c CAN BE WORKED ON BY CREAM AS WELL. BE SURE TO ROLL 1d20 EVERY TURN WHILE WORKING AS A PROGRESS INDICATOR.]

It marches towards Karl, once again removing a piece of itself, handing it over with a perfectly blank expression. The mass snakes out its palm and begins its work.

Karl was healed by 10 HP!

Its eyes drift to the sound of battle.
"I.... will go. First. Better... that way."

Foundation stands at his side, slowly adjusting his shotgun.

"We will go first once everyone is in suitable shape to do as such."

"NOTHING TEV AND I CAN'T HANDLE!"
"I'VE BEEN THROUGH WORSE. SOOOOO MUCH WORSE..."
"Which is to say she's been through everything I've been. No evidence exists suggesting she's dealt with more than bandits and their battle androids."
...This might be the longest Caba has gone using her outside voice without Tev telling her to be more quiet.

"Keep it down, damn it." Gauze hisses through gritted teeth, clearly pained by the exiting phases of her Parasite state.

[QUANTUM RECOVERY: 20 - 20 Sap = 0 Sap)
Caba glances at Markas as he walks forward. Tev, meanwhile, scuttles over to Karl, recalling where he injected Karl last time (@Cryogenesis) and just jabbing it in Karl, recovering what should be 20% of his HP. Or just 20 HP.
"Here."
"This should help."

Karl is looking a lot better now, healed 20 more HP!

"Good idea"

Karl struggles to stand up straight; his legs quiver, and he talks between heavy breaths. He quickly looks for the baton SDD-4 had, and then looks around for any robot body that isn't absolutely decimated.

He could help Arma with repairing the support machine KS-28c, but aside from that... nothing of note catches his eye.

Overhearing the conversation, Karl decides to leave a comment
"Your girlfriend is your superior?"

Foundation goes stiff, thin tail hanging low as the tip twitches in irritation.

"There's a lot to it. We aren't dating anymore. Please don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong."

He goes back to looking ahead.

"And you, Gauze."

Though still pained, Gauze smirks at this.

"Right back at you, Horns."

Karl, while not in top shape, shows immediate signs of recovery; his legs stop quivering and his breath becomes more stable.
"Thanks, Tev, really helped. One thing is clear, though, I need to be more careful this time around."
He then continues looking for a robot corpse that isn't destroyed.

On second thought, it seems Nailz might need some help too, he's still working away on the corpse of the guardsman...

[1/1] GU-5r CONTROL ASSUMPTION [1/3] (50/50)

[CONTROL ASSUMED]

Or not.

Nailz gets up as he dusts his hands on his baggy utility pants, crossing his arms to watch as his new ally rises to its feet, head slowly swiveling about as it raises its handgun defensively.

Now with Parasite state fully exited, Gauze takes note of Karl, deploying her heal. Several vials of blood are drawn quickly from her back. She blinks hard. Regardless, a potent healing pulse fires from the pack, further mending Karl's wounds to a far better state.

20 HP (20%) was restored! Arma took 5 Damage (25% of healed amount.)

*Ghoul unslings Sunburst and places it on a table. He turns to Nailz.*
"Could you please add a few modifications to my weapon? It has a heat build up that's rather troublesome and could compromise others and myself at an inopportune time. I request a heat sink or a cooling system to be implemented to the laser weapon's core."
*He goes to face the armoury. He checks his revolver, loading it again.*

Nailz holds up a finger, then points outside, as if saying it'll have to wait.

"Because she cares about you."
*He says bluntly as he walks past them, not looking at them.*

Arma sheepishly glances over at this, though saying nothing.

Haren just sits down, seeming a bit winded. It has been a long time since he last had to fight like that.
He begins to sharpen his blade on one of his tail orbs.

Nobody seems to pay him any mind for now, though its likely because they're all gearing up... except..

Foundation slowly strides over, shotgun now holstered at his hip.

"... You can do some serious damage with that thing."

".. Enviable. I miss my days as a Strike Operator."

"Forget my rambling on, are you handling this.. fine?"



---------------- [ALLIED STATS] ----------------

[NPCS]

ADMIRAL IRONSIDES, O-A, TRADELESS ---- DEF 10 / DODGE 0 / HP: 293/300
VICE-ADMIRAL DINGHY, O-0, STEALTH (EXECUTIONER) ---- DEF 0 / DODGE 7 / HP: 29/75
FIELD CAPTAIN FOUNDATION, O-1, SUPPORT (BULWARK) ---- DEF 10 / DODGE -5 /HP: 200/200
FIELD ENGINEER NAILZ, O-2, SALVAGE (JACK OF ALL TRADES) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 3 / HP: 125/125
FIELD OPERATOR ARMA, O-3, STRIKE (ANNIHILATOR) ---- DEF 0 / DODGE 5 / HP: 100/100
FIELD MEDIC GAUZE, O-4, SUPPORT (PARASITE) ---- DEF 0 / DODGE 3 / HP: 115/125

[PCS]

GHOUL, A-01, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 119/125
KARL, A-02, SALVAGE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 1 / DODGE 3 / HP: 89/100
CABA - TEV, A-03, SUPPORT(MODIFIED) ---- DEF 5 / DODGE 0 / HP: 129/130
CREAM STARLIGHT, A-04, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 117/123
MARKAS, A-05, SUPPORT (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 5 / DODGE 0 / HP: 128/150
HAREN, A-06, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 117/125
A-07, OFFLINE
A-08, OFFLINE
A-09, OFFLINE
A-10, OFFLINE

[SUMMONS]

[THIS IS WHERE CONVERTED ENEMIES WILL OFTEN RESIDE! DO BE AWARE THEY LOSE 1 HP PASSIVELY PER TURN, WHICH GOES UP BY ONE EVERY TURN.]

ALLIED GUARDSMAN UNIT 05 RELAY (GU-5r) ---- MULTI TARGET / BRUISER / HP: 25/25

-- INTERIM ENDS NEXT TURN, BE READY --

_________________________________

(@Streyll , @Asternove , @KwaadAttribuut )

It's never fun to awake to the sounds of fighting. Gunshots, screaming, metal hitting metal floors, what the hell could possibly be going on?

Regardless, three more of the total ten awake, only leaving one more unconscious. Serena, Aiuola, and ALTER all find themselves coming to their senses in the crew resting quarters, lying on stark white beds with stark white pillows. The room is off-putting in contrast to the clean beds. Worm metal walls, all featureless, and a single door, heavy, reinforced, with a dirty circle window.. which.. what the hell is banging against it? A dull blueish light gleams through with quiet mechanized clicking, all before it suddenly stops, giving way to silence.

The door is quite violently kicked open, with the corpse of a machine falling flatly inside, head severed as its crooked neck sparks, oil dribbling out.

A thin woman leans in, covered in wounds and gashes, clothing seeming to mind on her person despite the various injures. She looks quite the worse for wear, and not at all like a combatant... and yet she holds the severed machine head in her hand, smiling tiredly at the three of them.

Noticing she's still holding it, she tosses it away, forcing her smile a bit wider as her makeup-rimmed eyes squint happily.

"Hi! I'm glad more of you are awake! We need to-"

She pauses as in a flash, she draws a huge handgun from her waist, firing twice with deafening effect as another machine drops dead near the other.

"We need to go!"

"Now."

 

[Banana_=P]

Arma glances over, seeing that Cream is looking at the machines.

"I know neither of us are engineers, but we can still use these robots too. I don't.. really know how to fix them, but if you get close enough and wait, your pack should start doing it.. watch."
Arma walks over, kneeling by the corpse of KS-28c. Sure enough, smaller, auxiliary arms unfurl from her pack, starting to work on spot repairs to the crooked, broken machine.
[1/1] KS-28c CONTROL ASSUMPTION [1/2] (17/35)

Arma waves Cream over as the arms continue to work.



Foundation stands at his side, slowly adjusting his shotgun.

"We will go first once everyone is in suitable shape to do as such."


"Keep it down, damn it." Gauze hisses through gritted teeth, clearly pained by the exiting phases of her Parasite state.

"OOP. SORRY. JUST FEELS GOOD TO LET OUT MY ENERGY SOMETIMES."
"...Apologies. I believed all our adversaries knew where we were already."

---------------- [ALLIED STATS] ----------------

[NPCS]

ADMIRAL IRONSIDES, O-A, TRADELESS ---- DEF 10 / DODGE 0 / HP: 293/300
VICE-ADMIRAL DINGHY, O-0, STEALTH (EXECUTIONER) ---- DEF 0 / DODGE 7 / HP: 29/75
FIELD CAPTAIN FOUNDATION, O-1, SUPPORT (BULWARK) ---- DEF 10 / DODGE -5 /HP: 200/200
FIELD ENGINEER NAILZ, O-2, SALVAGE (JACK OF ALL TRADES) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 3 / HP: 125/125
FIELD OPERATOR ARMA, O-3, STRIKE (ANNIHILATOR) ---- DEF 0 / DODGE 5 / HP: 100/100
FIELD MEDIC GAUZE, O-4, SUPPORT (PARASITE) ---- DEF 0 / DODGE 3 / HP: 115/125

[PCS]

GHOUL, A-01, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 119/125
KARL, A-02, SALVAGE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 1 / DODGE 3 / HP: 89/100
CABA - TEV, A-03, SUPPORT(MODIFIED) ---- DEF 5 / DODGE 0 / HP: 129/130
CREAM STARLIGHT, A-04, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 117/123
MARKAS, A-05, SUPPORT (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 5 / DODGE 0 / HP: 128/150
HAREN, A-06, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 117/125
A-07, OFFLINE
A-08, OFFLINE
A-09, OFFLINE
A-10, OFFLINE

[SUMMONS]

[THIS IS WHERE CONVERTED ENEMIES WILL OFTEN RESIDE! DO BE AWARE THEY LOSE 1 HP PASSIVELY PER TURN, WHICH GOES UP BY ONE EVERY TURN.]

ALLIED GUARDSMAN UNIT 05 RELAY (GU-5r) ---- MULTI TARGET / BRUISER / HP: 25/25

-- INTERIM ENDS NEXT TURN, BE READY --

Caba Tev scuttles around idly, Caba generating Sap.
"..Caba, this Sap production is slow."
"I'M DOING MY BEST, OK?"
"You sure you don't want any fluids from anyone else?"
"...NOT REALLY. THESE GUYS SEEM KINDA...DISGUSTING TASTING."
"I didn't take you to care about how others' blood tastes all of a sudden."
"WELL...LET ME JUST LIKE...PRACTICE?"
"Would it be possible for you to work faster?"
"...HM...I COULD JUST..."
Caba's eyes twitch as she uses up a bit of her own plant mass.

[SAP: 0 + 10 = 10 Sap at the cost of 5 HP; 129 - 5 = 124 / 130 HP]
[SAP CAPACITY: 124 / 130 X 30 = 29 SAP CAPACITY]
[124 / 130 HP, 10 / 29 SAP)

 

[Cryogenesis]

Most of the smaller machines wouldn't be worth repairing, and SDD-04 seems entirely destroyed. Though digging scrap metal off of the units doesn't seem as if it'll do any good.. a few of the other units lying around, especially the kitchen staff, might prove useful to repair and make use of.

Arma glances over, seeing that Cream is looking at the machines.

"I know neither of us are engineers, but we can still use these robots too. I don't.. really know how to fix them, but if you get close enough and wait, your pack should start doing it.. watch."
Arma walks over, kneeling by the corpse of KS-28c. Sure enough, smaller, auxiliary arms unfurl from her pack, starting to work on spot repairs to the crooked, broken machine.
[1/1] KS-28c CONTROL ASSUMPTION [1/2] (17/35)

Arma waves Cream over as the arms continue to work.

[REMEMBER, THE SECOND NUMBER IS HOW MANY PEOPLE MAY WORK ON AN OBJECTIVE AT ONCE. THIS MEANS KS-28c CAN BE WORKED ON BY CREAM AS WELL. BE SURE TO ROLL 1d20 EVERY TURN WHILE WORKING AS A PROGRESS INDICATOR.]

Karl walks up to Arma, sits down in front of her and turns each finger on his metal hand into a tool. he has sheathed his hammer on his back as he begins to work on the robot.

Foundation goes stiff, thin tail hanging low as the tip twitches in irritation.

"There's a lot to it. We aren't dating anymore. Please don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong."

He goes back to looking ahead.

"Hmm, seems I've hit a nerve, which means either she did an injustice to you or you still have feelings somewhere deep down in your heart, really hope is the second one"

 

[Your Host.]

Foundation stands at his side, slowly adjusting his shotgun.

"We will go first once everyone is in suitable shape to do as such."

"And I... will be first. Better than... someone else."
It does not command this, nor is it a question. It is simply stating it with the dull certainty of a known fact.

"Because she cares about you."
*He says bluntly as he walks past them, not looking at them.*

Arma sheepishly glances over at this, though saying nothing.

Its head moves to look at the both of them rapidly, clearly not understanding why.

It does not vocalize this confusion, instead stomping over the Gauze, a piece of itself already removed. With its odd, jerking movements, it applies this piece to Gauze, letting it do its work.
"We are... similar. Different, but... similar. Give ourselves.... for others. Stay behind me. It... is better, for you."

 

[Orchamut]

Foundation slowly strides over, shotgun now holstered at his hip.

"... You can do some serious damage with that thing."

".. Enviable. I miss my days as a Strike Operator."

"Forget my rambling on, are you handling this.. fine?"

"Not any worse than where I was before."
He grinds his teeth as he continues to sharpen his weapon.
"Feels good to tear things apart once in a while."

 

[Cream Starlight]

"Hmm... sure, I'd like to watch it." Cream water back and walks forward to try let her pack repair-
[2/2]
...oh, X-001's already working on it in a fashion she can't join in repairing... She seems a bit down.
"uh... fine."
She then goes to the guardsman unit, and crouches down beside it, watching as it lies dead / the pack works on it. [Available if, 11, 1/1? - 1/2? - 11/50?]

 

[Asternove]

Most of the smaller machines wouldn't be worth repairing, and SDD-04 seems entirely destroyed. Though digging scrap metal off of the units doesn't seem as if it'll do any good.. a few of the other units lying around, especially the kitchen staff, might prove useful to repair and make use of.

Arma glances over, seeing that Cream is looking at the machines.

"I know neither of us are engineers, but we can still use these robots too. I don't.. really know how to fix them, but if you get close enough and wait, your pack should start doing it.. watch."
Arma walks over, kneeling by the corpse of KS-28c. Sure enough, smaller, auxiliary arms unfurl from her pack, starting to work on spot repairs to the crooked, broken machine.
[1/1] KS-28c CONTROL ASSUMPTION [1/2] (17/35)

Arma waves Cream over as the arms continue to work.

[REMEMBER, THE SECOND NUMBER IS HOW MANY PEOPLE MAY WORK ON AN OBJECTIVE AT ONCE. THIS MEANS KS-28c CAN BE WORKED ON BY CREAM AS WELL. BE SURE TO ROLL 1d20 EVERY TURN WHILE WORKING AS A PROGRESS INDICATOR.]


Karl was healed by 10 HP!


Foundation stands at his side, slowly adjusting his shotgun.

"We will go first once everyone is in suitable shape to do as such."


"Keep it down, damn it." Gauze hisses through gritted teeth, clearly pained by the exiting phases of her Parasite state.


Karl is looking a lot better now, healed 20 more HP!


He could help Arma with repairing the support machine KS-28c, but aside from that... nothing of note catches his eye.


Foundation goes stiff, thin tail hanging low as the tip twitches in irritation.

"There's a lot to it. We aren't dating anymore. Please don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong."

He goes back to looking ahead.

"And you, Gauze."

Though still pained, Gauze smirks at this.

"Right back at you, Horns."


On second thought, it seems Nailz might need some help too, he's still working away on the corpse of the guardsman...

[1/1] GU-5r CONTROL ASSUMPTION [1/3] (50/50)

[CONTROL ASSUMED]

Or not.

Nailz gets up as he dusts his hands on his baggy utility pants, crossing his arms to watch as his new ally rises to its feet, head slowly swiveling about as it raises its handgun defensively.

Now with Parasite state fully exited, Gauze takes note of Karl, deploying her heal. Several vials of blood are drawn quickly from her back. She blinks hard. Regardless, a potent healing pulse fires from the pack, further mending Karl's wounds to a far better state.

20 HP (20%) was restored! Arma took 5 Damage (25% of healed amount.)


Nailz holds up a finger, then points outside, as if saying it'll have to wait.


Arma sheepishly glances over at this, though saying nothing.


Nobody seems to pay him any mind for now, though its likely because they're all gearing up... except..

Foundation slowly strides over, shotgun now holstered at his hip.

"... You can do some serious damage with that thing."

".. Enviable. I miss my days as a Strike Operator."

"Forget my rambling on, are you handling this.. fine?"



---------------- [ALLIED STATS] ----------------

[NPCS]

ADMIRAL IRONSIDES, O-A, TRADELESS ---- DEF 10 / DODGE 0 / HP: 293/300
VICE-ADMIRAL DINGHY, O-0, STEALTH (EXECUTIONER) ---- DEF 0 / DODGE 7 / HP: 29/75
FIELD CAPTAIN FOUNDATION, O-1, SUPPORT (BULWARK) ---- DEF 10 / DODGE -5 /HP: 200/200
FIELD ENGINEER NAILZ, O-2, SALVAGE (JACK OF ALL TRADES) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 3 / HP: 125/125
FIELD OPERATOR ARMA, O-3, STRIKE (ANNIHILATOR) ---- DEF 0 / DODGE 5 / HP: 100/100
FIELD MEDIC GAUZE, O-4, SUPPORT (PARASITE) ---- DEF 0 / DODGE 3 / HP: 115/125

[PCS]

GHOUL, A-01, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 119/125
KARL, A-02, SALVAGE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 1 / DODGE 3 / HP: 89/100
CABA - TEV, A-03, SUPPORT(MODIFIED) ---- DEF 5 / DODGE 0 / HP: 129/130
CREAM STARLIGHT, A-04, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 117/123
MARKAS, A-05, SUPPORT (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 5 / DODGE 0 / HP: 128/150
HAREN, A-06, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 117/125
A-07, OFFLINE
A-08, OFFLINE
A-09, OFFLINE
A-10, OFFLINE

[SUMMONS]

[THIS IS WHERE CONVERTED ENEMIES WILL OFTEN RESIDE! DO BE AWARE THEY LOSE 1 HP PASSIVELY PER TURN, WHICH GOES UP BY ONE EVERY TURN.]

ALLIED GUARDSMAN UNIT 05 RELAY (GU-5r) ---- MULTI TARGET / BRUISER / HP: 25/25

-- INTERIM ENDS NEXT TURN, BE READY --

_________________________________

(@Streyll , @Asternove , @KwaadAttribuut )

It's never fun to awake to the sounds of fighting. Gunshots, screaming, metal hitting metal floors, what the hell could possibly be going on?

Regardless, three more of the total ten awake, only leaving one more unconscious. Serena, Aiuola, and ALTER all find themselves coming to their senses in the crew resting quarters, lying on stark white beds with stark white pillows. The room is off-putting in contrast to the clean beds. Worm metal walls, all featureless, and a single door, heavy, reinforced, with a dirty circle window.. which.. what the hell is banging against it? A dull blueish light gleams through with quiet mechanized clicking, all before it suddenly stops, giving way to silence.

(Auiola wakes up instantly; a Floral Model does not need to bother human things such as a fatigued morning. Squinting its lone, glowing, jade-colored lens, it seems annoyed. Angry, perhaps. Taking it all in faster than a human could dream of, it starts to make its way off the mattress.)

The door is quite violently kicked open, with the corpse of a machine falling flatly inside, head severed as its crooked neck sparks, oil dribbling out.

A thin woman leans in, covered in wounds and gashes, clothing seeming to mind on her person despite the various injures. She looks quite the worse for wear, and not at all like a combatant... and yet she holds the severed machine head in her hand, smiling tiredly at the three of them.

Noticing she's still holding it, she tosses it away, forcing her smile a bit wider as her makeup-rimmed eyes squint happily.

"Hi! I'm glad more of you are awake! We need to-"

She pauses as in a flash, she draws a huge handgun from her waist, firing twice with deafening effect as another machine drops dead near the other.

"We need to go!"

"Now."

(At the command, it jumps swiftly out of bed. Darkly coloured and rusted metal boots clang against the ground beneath it, breaking into a sprint out the door. It shoves the woman against the wall with little regard for her safety, making its way outside. Once out the door, it slows down and looks around itself.)

 

[Creeper326]

Foundation goes stiff, thin tail hanging low as the tip twitches in irritation.

"There's a lot to it. We aren't dating anymore. Please don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong."

He goes back to looking ahead.

"And you, Gauze."

Though still pained, Gauze smirks at this.

"Right back at you, Horns."

*Ghoul looks over at their bickering, but looks away swiftly. He seems to have a look of... near longing for a moment before his face turns back emotionless.*


One day soon, we'll put this all behind us, Kav.
Those days are gone, Teeth. They come and go like they always do.
Then make a new group with who you've got around you.
You say that as if it's possible.

Nailz holds up a finger, then points outside, as if saying it'll have to wait.

"Understood. Thank you."
*He picks up and slings Sunburst in his bandolier again.*

Arma sheepishly glances over at this, though saying nothing.

*Ghoul smirks, but says nothing.*

The door is quite violently kicked open, with the corpse of a machine falling flatly inside, head severed as its crooked neck sparks, oil dribbling out.

A thin woman leans in, covered in wounds and gashes, clothing seeming to mind on her person despite the various injures. She looks quite the worse for wear, and not at all like a combatant... and yet she holds the severed machine head in her hand, smiling tiredly at the three of them.

Noticing she's still holding it, she tosses it away, forcing her smile a bit wider as her makeup-rimmed eyes squint happily.

"Hi! I'm glad more of you are awake! We need to-"

She pauses as in a flash, she draws a huge handgun from her waist, firing twice with deafening effect as another machine drops dead near the other.

"We need to go!"

"Now."

*Ghoul hears the gunfire, then moves to stand closer to the door. He looks out into the view port, seeing what else is outside.*

 

[Cream Starlight]

While waiting, Cream takes the revolver from her waist and bullet bag from her storage, and starts loading it.
[Ammo: 6/6/174]

 

[Fluxxation]

"OOP. SORRY. JUST FEELS GOOD TO LET OUT MY ENERGY SOMETIMES."
"...Apologies. I believed all our adversaries knew where we were already."

Gauze opts not to give a response. Rude.

Caba Tev scuttles around idly, Caba generating Sap.
"..Caba, this Sap production is slow."
"I'M DOING MY BEST, OK?"
"You sure you don't want any fluids from anyone else?"
"...NOT REALLY. THESE GUYS SEEM KINDA...DISGUSTING TASTING."
"I didn't take you to care about how others' blood tastes all of a sudden."
"WELL...LET ME JUST LIKE...PRACTICE?"
"Would it be possible for you to work faster?"
"...HM...I COULD JUST..."
Caba's eyes twitch as she uses up a bit of her own plant mass.

[SAP: 0 + 10 = 10 Sap at the cost of 5 HP; 129 - 5 = 124 / 130 HP]
[SAP CAPACITY: 124 / 130 X 30 = 29 SAP CAPACITY]
[124 / 130 HP, 10 / 29 SAP)

Nailz, now moving towards the door, gives a curious look as he hefts his nailgun, as if inquiring what the two of them were just discussing.

Karl walks up to Arma, sits down in front of her and turns each finger on his metal hand into a tool. he has sheathed his hammer on his back as he begins to work on the robot.

[1/1] KS-28c CONTROL ASSUMPTION [1/2] (47/35)

[CONTROL ASSUMED]

With Karl's help, the machine is up in mere moments, rattling awkwardly towards the door.

Arma's big ears flatten a bit, piercings jangling quietly as she struggles to look at Karl in the face.

"Thanks!..."

She quickly gets to her feet, aided by pushing up with her gun as well, walking a bit quickly, then catching herself, slowing down to give Karl perhaps the most awkward pat on the shoulder known to man. It's clear she couldn't decide between a masculine smack on the back, or a feminine tap on the arm, so she does whatever weird floppy-wristed thing she just did, then scurrying towards the door.

"Hmm, seems I've hit a nerve, which means either she did an injustice to you or you still have feelings somewhere deep down in your heart, really hope is the second one"

Foundation, for the first time perhaps in all of this, gives a genuine expression of anger, a hardly noticeable fold in his brow.

"Drop it."

"And I... will be first. Better than... someone else."
It does not command this, nor is it a question. It is simply stating it with the dull certainty of a known fact.

Foundation can only nod at this, giving a quiet grunt of affirmation.

He gestures for Markas to take the lead as he strides slowly towards the door.

Its head moves to look at the both of them rapidly, clearly not understanding why.

It does not vocalize this confusion, instead stomping over the Gauze, a piece of itself already removed. With its odd, jerking movements, it applies this piece to Gauze, letting it do its work.
"We are... similar. Different, but... similar. Give ourselves.... for others. Stay behind me. It... is better, for you."

Gauze is healed to full health!

Those words sink in for a second, she blinks flatly, jaw clenching.

"I'm alright."

Not profanity or an insult for once.. impressive?

She makes her way towards the door, checking her pistol and topping off the mag with frightening speed, and not a hint of a mistake. You can swear her hands as a whole move slightly unnaturally..

"Not any worse than where I was before."
He grinds his teeth as he continues to sharpen his weapon.
"Feels good to tear things apart once in a while."

Foundation gives another signature grunt, warily eyeing Haren. He'll keep this bloodlust in mind..

"Hmm... sure, I'd like to watch it." Cream water back and walks forward to try let her pack repair-
[2/2]
...oh, X-001's already working on it in a fashion she can't join in repairing... She seems a bit down.
"uh... fine."
She then goes to the guardsman unit, and crouches down beside it, watching as it lies dead / the pack works on it. [Available if, 11, 1/1? - 1/2? - 11/50?]

The guardsman unit, already repaired by Nailz, cocks its head at her curiously, side-of-head antennae tilting back as its oculus narrows, scrutinizingly so. There's probably not a single though in it's metal dome. Stupid clanker.

It has deteriorated a bit, but thanks to Cream's care, it's minor damages are mended! [THIS IS ONLY HAPPENING ONCE DUE TO YOUR MISUNDERSTANDING!!]

*Ghoul hears the gunfire, then moves to stand closer to the door. He looks out into the view port, seeing what else is outside.*

Not much, with multiple other Operators and Assets moving to step outside of it.

__________________________________________

(Auiola wakes up instantly; a Floral Model does not need to bother human things such as a fatigued morning. Squinting its lone, glowing, jade-colored lens, it seems annoyed. Angry, perhaps. Taking it all in faster than a human could dream of, it starts to make its way off the mattress.)

(At the command, it jumps swiftly out of bed. Darkly coloured and rusted metal boots clang against the ground beneath it, breaking into a sprint out the door. It shoves the woman against the wall with little regard for her safety, making its way outside. Once out the door, it slows down and looks around itself.)

She coughs heavily, eyes widening as she slams into the door frame. She's quite light.

She makes no other sound, nor movement, as Auiola passes. If the machine pays attention, it may notice the thin woman vanish from sight almost instantaneously after, as if her body quickly fizzles out, or perhaps, dissolves, though with no sound at all.

The main hall, now in shambles, is adorned with now ruined and overturned furniture. Various small, partially damaged machine flit about, missing limbs, crawling, or riddled with bullet holes. A few much larger ones lie destroyed as well. It's a total mess.

Suddenly, the machine feels fingers, almost like claws, reaching through its head, latching onto the metal, as if interwoven amidst it. It doesn't hurt, but it feels. Wrong.. having one's insides touched whilst still on the inside.

"One more move like that, and I'll gut you like a boiled crab."

"Nod slowly, and I'll think about taking my hand out of your head."

(@Streyll , @KwaadAttribuut )

The other two can see her in the doorway, standing a bit crooked, her hand from just below the wrist.. seemingly sticking inside of the robot's head, other hand on her huge sidearm. Seeing her from this angle, her slim, well kept officer-like uniform is far more visible, an orca-like tail, covered in wounds as well, hangs tiredly behind her. It might be wise to intervene, or at least see what's going on?


---------------- [INTERIM] ----------------

THE GROUP, FINALLY MOBILIZING ONCE MORE, COMES BACK TO THE CENTRAL HALL.

CARNAGE, ABSOLUTE CARNAGE.

RUINED MACHINES OF ALL SHAPES AND SIZES LIE STREWN ABOUT, NO DOUBT THE SOURCE OF ALL THE COMMOTION. ONE LARGER, UNTOUCHED UNIT APPEARS FROM A TORN OPEN VENT IN THE FLOOR.

SOME, THE SMALLER ONES, STILL MOVE, SURVIVING REMNANTS OF THE DESTRUCTION LAID UPON THE CENTRAL HALL.

DISPATCH THEM, THEN PERHAPS ITS WORTH CHECKING OUT WHAT'S UP WITH THE STRANGE ORCA-TAILED WOMAN IN THE UNIFORM, WITH HER HAND SEEMINGLY STUCK THROUGH THE HEAD OF A DATED-LOOKING MACHINE.


---------------- [ENEMY STATS] ----------------

KITCHEN UNIT 92 GAMMA (KU-92g) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / HP: 19/25
JANITOR UNIT 03 BETA (JU-3b) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / HP: 4/25
JANITOR UNIT 76 SIERRA (JU-76s) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / HP: 11/25
STORAGE UNIT 06 FOXTROT (SU-6s) ---- SINGLE TARGET / SUPPORT / 23/25
MECHANIC UNIT 12 DELTA (MU-12d) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / 30/40
LESSER RECONSTRUCTOR (LR) ---- MULTI-TARGET / TANK / 150/150 [DEFENSE 3]

---------------- [ALLIED STATS] ----------------

[NPCS]

ADMIRAL IRONSIDES, O-A, TRADELESS ---- DEF 10 / DODGE 0 / HP: 291/300
VICE-ADMIRAL DINGHY, O-0, STEALTH (EXECUTIONER) ---- DEF 0 / DODGE 7 / HP: 29/75
FIELD CAPTAIN FOUNDATION, O-1, SUPPORT (BULWARK) ---- DEF 10 / DODGE -5 /HP: 200/200
FIELD ENGINEER NAILZ, O-2, SALVAGE (JACK OF ALL TRADES) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 3 / HP: 125/125
FIELD OPERATOR ARMA, O-3, STRIKE (ANNIHILATOR) ---- DEF 0 / DODGE 5 / HP: 100/100
FIELD MEDIC GAUZE, O-4, SUPPORT (PARASITE) ---- DEF 0 / DODGE 3 / HP: 125/125

[PCS]

GHOUL, A-01, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 119/125
KARL, A-02, SALVAGE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 1 / DODGE 3 / HP: 89/100
CABA - TEV, A-03, SUPPORT(MODIFIED) ---- DEF 5 / DODGE 0 / HP: 129/130
CREAM STARLIGHT, A-04, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 117/123
MARKAS, A-05, SUPPORT (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 5 / DODGE 0 / HP: 128/150
HAREN, A-06, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 117/125
A-07, OFFLINE
A-08, OFFLINE
A-09, OFFLINE
A-10, OFFLINE

[SUMMONS]

[THIS IS WHERE CONVERTED ENEMIES WILL OFTEN RESIDE! DO BE AWARE THEY LOSE 1 HP PASSIVELY PER TURN, WHICH GOES UP BY ONE EVERY TURN.]

ALLIED GUARDSMAN UNIT 05 RELAY (GU-5r) ---- MULTI TARGET / BRUISER / HP: 25/25 [DECAY 1]

ALLIED KITCHEN STAFF 28 CARBON (KS-28c) ---- SINGLE TARGET / SUPPORT / HP: 18/18 [DECAY 0]

---------------- [OTHER INFO] ----------------

Spoiler: Submarine Combat

---------------- [ALLIED TURN] ----------------

 

[Cream Starlight]

Cream facepalms.

After following the crew to the hall, she immediately spot enemies seemingly not noticing them yet.
Taking a breath, she decides to only fire her revolver at MU-12d and SU-6f (not s, u silly). [17, 8, x2-1 damage each, one cycle wasted]
[Ammo 4/6/174]

 

[Creeper326]

Gauze opts not to give a response. Rude.


Nailz, now moving towards the door, gives a curious look as he hefts his nailgun, as if inquiring what the two of them were just discussing.


[1/1] KS-28c CONTROL ASSUMPTION [1/2] (47/35)

[CONTROL ASSUMED]

With Karl's help, the machine is up in mere moments, rattling awkwardly towards the door.

Arma's big ears flatten a bit, piercings jangling quietly as she struggles to look at Karl in the face.

"Thanks!..."

She quickly gets to her feet, aided by pushing up with her gun as well, walking a bit quickly, then catching herself, slowing down to give Karl perhaps the most awkward pat on the shoulder known to man. It's clear she couldn't decide between a masculine smack on the back, or a feminine tap on the arm, so she does whatever weird floppy-wristed thing she just did, then scurrying towards the door.


Foundation, for the first time perhaps in all of this, gives a genuine expression of anger, a hardly noticeable fold in his brow.

"Drop it."


Foundation can only nod at this, giving a quiet grunt of affirmation.

He gestures for Markas to take the lead as he strides slowly towards the door.


Gauze is healed to full health!

Those words sink in for a second, she blinks flatly, jaw clenching.

"I'm alright."

Not profanity or an insult for once.. impressive?

She makes her way towards the door, checking her pistol and topping off the mag with frightening speed, and not a hint of a mistake. You can swear her hands as a whole move slightly unnaturally..


Foundation gives another signature grunt, warily eyeing Haren. He'll keep this bloodlust in mind..


The guardsman unit, already repaired by Nailz, cocks its head at her curiously, side-of-head antennae tilting back as its oculus narrows, scrutinizingly so. There's probably not a single though in it's metal dome. Stupid clanker.

It has deteriorated a bit, but thanks to Cream's care, it's minor damages are mended! [THIS IS ONLY HAPPENING ONCE DUE TO YOUR MISUNDERSTANDING!!]



Not much, with multiple other Operators and Assets moving to step outside of it.

__________________________________________


She coughs heavily, eyes widening as she slams into the door frame. She's quite light.

She makes no other sound, nor movement, as Auiola passes. If the machine pays attention, it may notice the thin woman vanish from sight almost instantaneously after, as if her body quickly fizzles out, or perhaps, dissolves, though with no sound at all.

The main hall, now in shambles, is adorned with now ruined and overturned furniture. Various small, partially damaged machine flit about, missing limbs, crawling, or riddled with bullet holes. A few much larger ones lie destroyed as well. It's a total mess.

Suddenly, the machine feels fingers, almost like claws, reaching through its head, latching onto the metal, as if interwoven amidst it. It doesn't hurt, but it feels. Wrong.. having one's insides touched whilst still on the inside.

"One more move like that, and I'll gut you like a boiled crab."

"Nod slowly, and I'll think about taking my hand out of your head."

(@Streyll , @KwaadAttribuut )

The other two can see her in the doorway, standing a bit crooked, her hand from just below the wrist.. seemingly sticking inside of the robot's head, other hand on her huge sidearm. Seeing her from this angle, her slim, well kept officer-like uniform is far more visible, an orca-like tail, covered in wounds as well, hangs tiredly behind her. It might be wise to intervene, or at least see what's going on?


---------------- [INTERIM] ----------------

THE GROUP, FINALLY MOBILIZING ONCE MORE, COMES BACK TO THE CENTRAL HALL.

CARNAGE, ABSOLUTE CARNAGE.

RUINED MACHINES OF ALL SHAPES AND SIZES LIE STREWN ABOUT, NO DOUBT THE SOURCE OF ALL THE COMMOTION. ONE LARGER, UNTOUCHED UNIT APPEARS FROM A TORN OPEN VENT IN THE FLOOR.

SOME, THE SMALLER ONES, STILL MOVE, SURVIVING REMNANTS OF THE DESTRUCTION LAID UPON THE CENTRAL HALL.

DISPATCH THEM, THEN PERHAPS ITS WORTH CHECKING OUT WHAT'S UP WITH THE STRANGE ORCA-TAILED WOMAN IN THE UNIFORM, WITH HER HAND SEEMINGLY STUCK THROUGH THE HEAD OF A DATED-LOOKING MACHINE.


---------------- [ENEMY STATS] ----------------

KITCHEN UNIT 92 GAMMA (KU-92g) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / HP: 19/25
JANITOR UNIT 03 BETA (JU-3b) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / HP: 4/25
JANITOR UNIT 76 SIERRA (JU-76s) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / HP: 11/25
STORAGE UNIT 06 FOXTROT (SU-6s) ---- SINGLE TARGET / SUPPORT / 23/25
MECHANIC UNIT 12 DELTA (MU-12d) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / 30/40
LESSER RECONSTRUCTOR (LR) ---- MULTI-TARGET / TANK / 150/150 [DEFENSE 3]

---------------- [ALLIED STATS] ----------------

[NPCS]

ADMIRAL IRONSIDES, O-A, TRADELESS ---- DEF 10 / DODGE 0 / HP: 291/300
VICE-ADMIRAL DINGHY, O-0, STEALTH (EXECUTIONER) ---- DEF 0 / DODGE 7 / HP: 29/75
FIELD CAPTAIN FOUNDATION, O-1, SUPPORT (BULWARK) ---- DEF 10 / DODGE -5 /HP: 200/200
FIELD ENGINEER NAILZ, O-2, SALVAGE (JACK OF ALL TRADES) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 3 / HP: 125/125
FIELD OPERATOR ARMA, O-3, STRIKE (ANNIHILATOR) ---- DEF 0 / DODGE 5 / HP: 100/100
FIELD MEDIC GAUZE, O-4, SUPPORT (PARASITE) ---- DEF 0 / DODGE 3 / HP: 125/125

[PCS]

GHOUL, A-01, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 119/125
KARL, A-02, SALVAGE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 1 / DODGE 3 / HP: 89/100
CABA - TEV, A-03, SUPPORT(MODIFIED) ---- DEF 5 / DODGE 0 / HP: 129/130
CREAM STARLIGHT, A-04, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 117/123
MARKAS, A-05, SUPPORT (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 5 / DODGE 0 / HP: 128/150
HAREN, A-06, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 117/125
A-07, OFFLINE
A-08, OFFLINE
A-09, OFFLINE
A-10, OFFLINE

[SUMMONS]

[THIS IS WHERE CONVERTED ENEMIES WILL OFTEN RESIDE! DO BE AWARE THEY LOSE 1 HP PASSIVELY PER TURN, WHICH GOES UP BY ONE EVERY TURN.]

ALLIED GUARDSMAN UNIT 05 RELAY (GU-5r) ---- MULTI TARGET / BRUISER / HP: 25/25 [DECAY 1]

ALLIED KITCHEN STAFF 28 CARBON (KS-28c) ---- SINGLE TARGET / SUPPORT / HP: 18/18 [DECAY 0]

---------------- [OTHER INFO] ----------------

Spoiler: Submarine Combat

---------------- [ALLIED TURN] ----------------

*Ghoul makes his way through the corridor and positions himself just to the right of the door to the center hall. (16, 18, 10) He swiftly fanfires the revolver, putting all the rounds into LR as he notices it's fresh.*

 

[Orchamut]

Haren sees how most of the machines appear to be weakened, and rushes towards LR as he assumes the others can take care of the rest.
He puts his full strength into an overhead swing, before slamming into the tank unit with the side of his blade (20, 20, charged attack bonus applies on hit)

 

[Cryogenesis]

[1/1] KS-28c CONTROL ASSUMPTION [1/2] (47/35)

[CONTROL ASSUMED]

With Karl's help, the machine is up in mere moments, rattling awkwardly towards the door.

Arma's big ears flatten a bit, piercings jangling quietly as she struggles to look at Karl in the face.

"Thanks!..."

She quickly gets to her feet, aided by pushing up with her gun as well, walking a bit quickly, then catching herself, slowing down to give Karl perhaps the most awkward pat on the shoulder known to man. It's clear she couldn't decide between a masculine smack on the back, or a feminine tap on the arm, so she does whatever weird floppy-wristed thing she just did, then scurrying towards the door.

"No problem"
He stands up, not questioning the action Arma just did and walkes towards the door, signaling the machine to follow along

Foundation, for the first time perhaps in all of this, gives a genuine expression of anger, a hardly noticeable fold in his brow.

"Drop it."

Karl raises his arm in the air
"Fine I'll stop, but I do look foward towards meeting her, the woman who tamed the bull, and your interaction with her"
With that, he stops questioning him

---------------- [INTERIM] ----------------

THE GROUP, FINALLY MOBILIZING ONCE MORE, COMES BACK TO THE CENTRAL HALL.

CARNAGE, ABSOLUTE CARNAGE.

RUINED MACHINES OF ALL SHAPES AND SIZES LIE STREWN ABOUT, NO DOUBT THE SOURCE OF ALL THE COMMOTION. ONE LARGER, UNTOUCHED UNIT APPEARS FROM A TORN OPEN VENT IN THE FLOOR.

SOME, THE SMALLER ONES, STILL MOVE, SURVIVING REMNANTS OF THE DESTRUCTION LAID UPON THE CENTRAL HALL.

DISPATCH THEM, THEN PERHAPS ITS WORTH CHECKING OUT WHAT'S UP WITH THE STRANGE ORCA-TAILED WOMAN IN THE UNIFORM, WITH HER HAND SEEMINGLY STUCK THROUGH THE HEAD OF A DATED-LOOKING MACHINE.


---------------- [ENEMY STATS] ----------------

KITCHEN UNIT 92 GAMMA (KU-92g) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / HP: 19/25
JANITOR UNIT 03 BETA (JU-3b) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / HP: 4/25
JANITOR UNIT 76 SIERRA (JU-76s) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / HP: 11/25
STORAGE UNIT 06 FOXTROT (SU-6s) ---- SINGLE TARGET / SUPPORT / 23/25
MECHANIC UNIT 12 DELTA (MU-12d) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / 30/40
LESSER RECONSTRUCTOR (LR) ---- MULTI-TARGET / TANK / 150/150 [DEFENSE 3]

---------------- [ALLIED STATS] ----------------

[NPCS]

ADMIRAL IRONSIDES, O-A, TRADELESS ---- DEF 10 / DODGE 0 / HP: 291/300
VICE-ADMIRAL DINGHY, O-0, STEALTH (EXECUTIONER) ---- DEF 0 / DODGE 7 / HP: 29/75
FIELD CAPTAIN FOUNDATION, O-1, SUPPORT (BULWARK) ---- DEF 10 / DODGE -5 /HP: 200/200
FIELD ENGINEER NAILZ, O-2, SALVAGE (JACK OF ALL TRADES) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 3 / HP: 125/125
FIELD OPERATOR ARMA, O-3, STRIKE (ANNIHILATOR) ---- DEF 0 / DODGE 5 / HP: 100/100
FIELD MEDIC GAUZE, O-4, SUPPORT (PARASITE) ---- DEF 0 / DODGE 3 / HP: 125/125

[PCS]

GHOUL, A-01, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 119/125
KARL, A-02, SALVAGE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 1 / DODGE 3 / HP: 89/100
CABA - TEV, A-03, SUPPORT(MODIFIED) ---- DEF 5 / DODGE 0 / HP: 129/130
CREAM STARLIGHT, A-04, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 117/123
MARKAS, A-05, SUPPORT (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 5 / DODGE 0 / HP: 128/150
HAREN, A-06, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 117/125
A-07, OFFLINE
A-08, OFFLINE
A-09, OFFLINE
A-10, OFFLINE

[SUMMONS]

[THIS IS WHERE CONVERTED ENEMIES WILL OFTEN RESIDE! DO BE AWARE THEY LOSE 1 HP PASSIVELY PER TURN, WHICH GOES UP BY ONE EVERY TURN.]

ALLIED GUARDSMAN UNIT 05 RELAY (GU-5r) ---- MULTI TARGET / BRUISER / HP: 25/25 [DECAY 1]

ALLIED KITCHEN STAFF 28 CARBON (KS-28c) ---- SINGLE TARGET / SUPPORT / HP: 18/18 [DECAY 0]

Karl creates three spears out of scrap metal and launches one at JU-3b and two at JU-76s [8,6,20].

 

[Asternove]

She coughs heavily, eyes widening as she slams into the door frame. She's quite light.

She makes no other sound, nor movement, as Auiola passes. If the machine pays attention, it may notice the thin woman vanish from sight almost instantaneously after, as if her body quickly fizzles out, or perhaps, dissolves, though with no sound at all. '

(If it noticed, it did not do anything about it. She gets ignored.)

The main hall, now in shambles, is adorned with now ruined and overturned furniture. Various small, partially damaged machine flit about, missing limbs, crawling, or riddled with bullet holes. A few much larger ones lie destroyed as well. It's a total mess.

(Auiola glances around unmoving for anything noteworthy. It swiftly extends its right arm to throw the vine wrapped around it off before grabbing a part fairly close to its source under the shoulder pads...)

Suddenly, the machine feels fingers, almost like claws, reaching through its head, latching onto the metal, as if interwoven amidst it. It doesn't hurt, but it feels. Wrong.. having one's insides touched whilst still on the inside.

"One more move like that, and I'll gut you like a boiled crab."

"Nod slowly, and I'll think about taking my hand out of your head."

(The machine does as instructed, though it doesn't seem afraid. Its expression is stoic and unreadable as the vine seems to re-coil around the rusted metal arm by itself. It remains silent.)