IC SOLITARUS: HOSTILE WATERS

[Banana_=P]

Gauze opts not to give a response. Rude.

Tev seems to not care. Caba meanwhile...well, it's hard to tell what expression she's wearing, but her eyes seem to be twitching in an offended manner...???
Hard to tell when Caba barely has a face to begin with.

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.

Caba Tev of course follows along.

"...OW. THAT KINDA HURT."
"...Did you use your own biomass to make sap?"
"YEAH???"
"That...seems quite obviously unsustainable.

Tev seems not to register Nailz' look. Caba, meanwhile, does, while Tev is talking.
"...UH. YEAH. SAP."
"I USE MY SAP FOR A LOT OF USEFUL STUFF. LIKE ALL THOSE LASERS I WAS FIRING!"
"And for healing."
"...She used most of our Sap reserves in the battle."
"Usually I'd replenish them by extracting biomass - usually organic fluids like blood - from others, but that I doubt is sustainable in these circumstances. At least if our team is to be at full strength."
"BESIDES. I WANT TO LIKE...LEARN HOW TO MAKE MY OWN SAP!"
"..."
Tev seems to be thinking of something...?

[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.

"..WOW. THAT'S A LOT OF TOTALLED ROBOTS!"
"ALMOST AS BAD AS OUR OLD HOME!"
"Feeling...nostalgic now?"
"YES."

---------------- [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]

Caba Tev charges into the fray, with Tev dual wielding knives aimed at KU-92g and SU-6s,(D20: 6, 13) while Caba spins some vine whips around to try and cave in JU-3b's head (if X fails to kill it), and honestly just aiming at whatever else is weakest HP wise. (D20: 20, 20!!!)

[124 / 130 HP, 10 + 3 = 13 / 29 SAP)

 

[Xal.]

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]

(8) THE MACHINE RECOILS AS ITS HEAD SEPERATES FROM ITS BODY, BULLET COMING TO REST SQUARELY WITHIN ITS LENS.

(3) SU-6f ATTEMPTS TO WEAVE, PARTIALLY EVADING AS THE BULLET INSTEAD LANDS WITHIN ITS SHOULDER, SHEARING THROUGH AS IT TAKES THE ENTIRE ARM WITH IT, TO THE GROUND. YET IT STILL STANDS.

_____________________

THE ALLIED GUARDSMAN UNIT TAKES AIM, FIRING ONCE IN AN ATTEMPT TO FINISH SU-6f OFF. (13, CAPPED 10)

(6) IT STRIKES THE UNIT SQUARELY IN THE TORSO, CAVING IN AROUND THE IMPACT AS ITS LIGHTS SPUTTER OUT.

_____________________

*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.*

([15], 3, [15]) THE LESSER RECONSTRUCTOR RAISES ITS ARMS, BULLETS SLAMMING INTO THEM, ONLY ONE PINGING OFF. IT'S BUILT TOUGH.. BUT A BULLET IS STILL A BULLET. IT LOWERS ITS MANGLED FOREARMS, BULLETS HAVING STOPPED IN ITS TORSO.

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)

(2, 13) GONE. DEAD AS IT STANDS ON ITS FEET. THE FIRST BLOW SEVERS A GOOD THIRD OF ITS BODY BESIDE THE HEAD, DOWN TO THE KNEE, AND THE BLUNT BLOW RUINS ITS CROOKED TORSO WITH A SNAP. IT LANDS IN A HEAP, SHUDDERING AS IT REACHES TO STAND BACK UP, ALL BEFORE ITS LIFE FIZZLES TO BLACK.

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

[A FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT YOUR TRADE, SALVAGE, HAS THE BASE MAXIMUM ATTACKS OF TWO PER POST! I WILL REMOVE THE LOWEST ROLL THIS TIME, BUT IT WILL BE CHRONOLOGICALLY REMOVED IN THE FUTURE!]

([10]) JU-3b MANAGES TO DUCK UNDER THE BLOW, ONE OF THE FEW MACHINES ABLE TO TAKE NOTICE OF THE NEW ARRIVALS WITHOUT DYING IMMEDIATELY.

(3) JU-76s IS NOWHERE NEAR AS LUCKY, IMPALED WITH ENOUGH FORCE TO BE PINNED ON THE FAR WALL LIKE A TAXIDERMIED INSECT.

Caba Tev charges into the fray, with Tev dual wielding knives aimed at KU-92g and SU-6s,(D20: 6, 13) while Caba spins some vine whips around to try and cave in JU-3b's head (if X fails to kill it), and honestly just aiming at whatever else is weakest HP wise. (D20: 20, 20!!!)

[124 / 130 HP, 10 + 3 = 13 / 29 SAP)

([10]) KU-92s, DEFIANT, SWINGS ITS CLEAVER TO BLOCK THE BLAZING KNIFE FLUNG TOWARDS IT, PUSHED BACK AS THE BLADES CLATTER AND SEPERATE IN A FLURRY OF SPARKS. WITH THE OTHER UNIT DEAD, THE SECOND BLOW FOLLOWS THE FIRST, (10), WITH THE MACHINE FAILING TO BLOCK, BEING PUMMELED BY THE KNIFE ACROSS THE HEAD, WHEELING BACK IN DISCOMFORT AS A MOLTEN SLASH PRESENTS ITSELF SEMI-DEEPLY THROUGH ITS FACE.

([10]) BARELY STABLE ENOUGH TO EVEN REMAIN UPRIGHT, THE VINE STRIKE CRUNCHES JU-3b's HEAD IN, WITH IT TOPPLING TO THE GROUND. THE SECOND BLOW FINDS PURCHASE IN THE STILL RECOILING FRAME OF THE KITCHEN UNIT. (3), IT LOOSES AN ARM, HUNCHING AS IT WOBBLES ON ITS WHEEL, TRYING TO REMAIN UPRIGHT.

Foundation looses a double shot from his double barrel, aiming to turn the machine to scrap metal. (16, 13)

([10], --) POWERLESS TO BLOCK, THE MACHINE CEASES MOVEMENT AS THE FIRST BLOW SLAMS IT TO THE GROUND, LIGHTS OUT WITHIN THE SAME SECOND.

Gauze takes the chance to fire a healing pulse from her pack at Haren, mending his scrapes and bruises. (+12.5)

THE ALLIED KITCHEN STAFF WHEELS OVER TO CREAM, FUSSING OVER HER MINOR WOUNDS, JUST ENOUGH SO TO BRING HER TO FULL HEALTH. (+5)


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

KITCHEN UNIT 92 GAMMA (KU-92g) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / HP: 0/25
JANITOR UNIT 03 BETA (JU-3b) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / HP: 0/25
JANITOR UNIT 76 SIERRA (JU-76s) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / HP: 0/25
STORAGE UNIT 06 FOXTROT (SU-6f) ---- SINGLE TARGET / SUPPORT / 0/25
MECHANIC UNIT 12 DELTA (MU-12d) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / 0/40
LESSER RECONSTRUCTOR (LR) ---- MULTI-TARGET / TANK / 0/150 [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: 124/130
CREAM STARLIGHT, A-04, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 123/123
MARKAS, A-05, SUPPORT (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 5 / DODGE 0 / HP: 128/150
HAREN, A-06, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 125/125
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: 23/25 [DECAY 2]

ALLIED KITCHEN STAFF 28 CARBON (KS-28c) ---- SINGLE TARGET / SUPPORT / HP: 17/18 [DECAY 1]

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

A brief moment of reprieve, though the sound of more machines moving amidst the metal submarine is audible. It's likely there's only a few moments to assess the room.

(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.)

The woman withdraws her hand slowly, the strange tension leaving the machine's head.

"... Hmph."

She tries to maintain her posture as she steps around, breathing a bit heavily as her pointed gaze assesses her mechanical compatriot.

"Listen here. I really. don't like robots. So you'd best not do anything like that again, you hear?"

She's deathly serious, a tired smile returning, perhaps forcefully so, to her face as she pivots to look at the others.

"Hello Assets. I'm the Vice-Admiral, Dinghy!"

"... Would you be able to spot me some support? I-I think I'm about to bleed out."

Gauze snorts and walks away, fishing for a cigarette, with Arma shooting her a glare.

 

[Cream Starlight]

Feeling a minor pain, the girl looked back to see the kitchen staff unit fixing her wounds. She smiled a bit.

After things were finished, she ran to where the mechanic unit's head landed, brought it back to its torso, and tried to see if it was still repairable.
[If available 20]

Hearing Dinghy's voice, she rose her head, "Oh, hello!" waving her right hand.
"Sorry, not very good at treating wounds... not like I have any material right here."

 

[Banana_=P]

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

KITCHEN UNIT 92 GAMMA (KU-92g) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / HP: 0/25
JANITOR UNIT 03 BETA (JU-3b) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / HP: 0/25
JANITOR UNIT 76 SIERRA (JU-76s) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / HP: 0/25
STORAGE UNIT 06 FOXTROT (SU-6f) ---- SINGLE TARGET / SUPPORT / 0/25
MECHANIC UNIT 12 DELTA (MU-12d) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / 0/40
LESSER RECONSTRUCTOR (LR) ---- MULTI-TARGET / TANK / 0/150 [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: 123/123
MARKAS, A-05, SUPPORT (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 5 / DODGE 0 / HP: 128/150
HAREN, A-06, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 125/125
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: 23/25 [DECAY 2]

ALLIED KITCHEN STAFF 28 CARBON (KS-28c) ---- SINGLE TARGET / SUPPORT / HP: 17/18 [DECAY 1]

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

A brief moment of reprieve, though the sound of more machines moving amidst the metal submarine is audible. It's likely there's only a few moments to assess the room.



The woman withdraws her hand slowly, the strange tension leaving the machine's head.

"... Hmph."

She tries to maintain her posture as she steps around, breathing a bit heavily as her pointed gaze assesses her mechanical compatriot.

"Listen here. I really. don't like robots. So you'd best not do anything like that again, you hear?"

She's deathly serious, a tired smile returning, perhaps forcefully so, to her face as she pivots to look at the others.

"Hello Assets. I'm the Vice-Admiral, Dinghy!"

"... Would you be able to spot me some support? I-I think I'm about to bleed out."

Gauze snorts and walks away, fishing for a cigarette, with Arma shooting her a glare.

(SAP: 13 + 3 = 16)

"UHHH. TEV?"
Tev scuttles over to Dinghy, quickly stabbing a syringe in Dinghy's shoulder to inject her with Caba's Sap, undoing her wounds to heal her for (0.16 x 75 =) 12HP.
"...yes, Caba, we will need to produce Sap more quickly if we're going to at least try to be of use to the rest of this team."
"I CAN TRY HURTING MYSELF AGAIN TO MAKE SAP MORE QUICKLY!"
"Don't."
(Sap: 16 - 16 = 0 Sap)

[124 / 130 HP; 0 / 29 SAP)

 

[Cream Starlight]

"..." She looked back at Caba. With a serious and concerned expression.
"At times self-harm isn't really a great idea. Unless it is strategic."

She then pulled out her bullet bag and started reloading her revolver.
[Ammo 6/6/174 (3/turn)]
Cream is obviously not used to reloading guns, but two bullets were easy to work out.

 

[Cryogenesis]

[A FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT YOUR TRADE, SALVAGE, HAS THE BASE MAXIMUM ATTACKS OF TWO PER POST! I WILL REMOVE THE LOWEST ROLL THIS TIME, BUT IT WILL BE CHRONOLOGICALLY REMOVED IN THE FUTURE!]

([10]) JU-3b MANAGES TO DUCK UNDER THE BLOW, ONE OF THE FEW MACHINES ABLE TO TAKE NOTICE OF THE NEW ARRIVALS WITHOUT DYING IMMEDIATELY.

(3) JU-76s IS NOWHERE NEAR AS LUCKY, IMPALED WITH ENOUGH FORCE TO BE PINNED ON THE FAR WALL LIKE A TAXIDERMIED INSECT.

(Sorry, I'll try to remember next time)

The woman withdraws her hand slowly, the strange tension leaving the machine's head.

"... Hmph."

She tries to maintain her posture as she steps around, breathing a bit heavily as her pointed gaze assesses her mechanical compatriot.

"Listen here. I really. don't like robots. So you'd best not do anything like that again, you hear?"

She's deathly serious, a tired smile returning, perhaps forcefully so, to her face as she pivots to look at the others.

"Hello Assets. I'm the Vice-Admiral, Dinghy!"

"... Would you be able to spot me some support? I-I think I'm about to bleed out."

Gauze snorts and walks away, fishing for a cigarette, with Arma shooting her a glare.

Karl raises his hand towards Dinghy and waves at her, taking note of Gauze and Arma's reaction. Perhaps she isn't a kind person.
"Hello Dinghy, name's Karl, quick question, do you know on what energy source do these things run on?"

 

[Orchamut]

(2, 13) GONE. DEAD AS IT STANDS ON ITS FEET. THE FIRST BLOW SEVERS A GOOD THIRD OF ITS BODY BESIDE THE HEAD, DOWN TO THE KNEE, AND THE BLUNT BLOW RUINS ITS CROOKED TORSO WITH A SNAP. IT LANDS IN A HEAP, SHUDDERING AS IT REACHES TO STAND BACK UP, ALL BEFORE ITS LIFE FIZZLES TO BLACK.

He begins to stomp on it repeatedly, snarling.

Gauze takes the chance to fire a healing pulse from her pack at Haren, mending his scrapes and bruises. (+12.5)

Haren relaxes a bit and prepares himself for more assailants.
"How many of these machines do you have in here?"

 

[Asternove]

The woman withdraws her hand slowly, the strange tension leaving the machine's head.

"... Hmph."

She tries to maintain her posture as she steps around, breathing a bit heavily as her pointed gaze assesses her mechanical compatriot.

"Listen here. I really. don't like robots. So you'd best not do anything like that again, you hear?"

(The machine speaks slowly, clips of a beautiful, feminine voice spliced together to create an empty mimicry of human speech.) “Yes, madam.”

She's deathly serious, a tired smile returning, perhaps forcefully so, to her face as she pivots to look at the others.

"Hello Assets. I'm the Vice-Admiral, Dinghy!"

"... Would you be able to spot me some support? I-I think I'm about to bleed out."

(Aiuola's sole light in her diamond-shaped head stares blankly at the bleeding vice admiral. Their mechanical parts are stiff and unmoving, her thoughts still hidden behind her hollow gaze.)

 

[Xal.]

[MINOR SYSTEM OVERHAUL. THE "DECAY" STAT WILL NO LONGER MULTIPLY OUTSIDE OF COMBAT FOR SUMMONED / COMMANDEERED MACHINES! TO COMPENSATE, DECAY REMAINS EXPONENTIAL IN ITS GROWTH]

[ANOTHER PRODDING REMINDER FOR: @Your Host. , @Streyll , and @KwaadAttribuut ]

Feeling a minor pain, the girl looked back to see the kitchen staff unit fixing her wounds. She smiled a bit.

After things were finished, she ran to where the mechanic unit's head landed, brought it back to its torso, and tried to see if it was still repairable.
[If available 20]

Hearing Dinghy's voice, she rose her head, "Oh, hello!" waving her right hand.
"Sorry, not very good at treating wounds... not like I have any material right here."

[1/1] MU-12d CONTROL ASSUMPTION [1/2] (20/20)

It would seem Cream is getting the hang of this reconstruction thing. The unit is brought back to its feet in a few quick moments of her pack's work. It scoops its large wrench from the ground, staring blankly at Cream before walking idly in a loose perimeter.

The vice admiral shoots her a loose gaze, not particularly inclined to look when she's receiving help from other sources.

(SAP: 13 + 3 = 16)

"UHHH. TEV?"
Tev scuttles over to Dinghy, quickly stabbing a syringe in Dinghy's shoulder to inject her with Caba's Sap, undoing her wounds to heal her for (0.16 x 75 =) 12HP.
"...yes, Caba, we will need to produce Sap more quickly if we're going to at least try to be of use to the rest of this team."
"I CAN TRY HURTING MYSELF AGAIN TO MAKE SAP MORE QUICKLY!"
"Don't."
(Sap: 16 - 16 = 0 Sap)

[124 / 130 HP; 0 / 29 SAP)

Her expression sours as she looks down, mouth open seemingly to launch into speech.. until she notices a moderate mending of her wounds.

"... Nanites? Bioadaptive stimulants? What's in the needle?"

She catches the back half of the conversation.

"Hurting yourself?"

"..." She looked back at Caba. With a serious and concerned expression.
"At times self-harm isn't really a great idea. Unless it is strategic."

She then pulled out her bullet bag and started reloading her revolver.
[Ammo 6/6/174 (3/turn)]
Cream is obviously not used to reloading guns, but two bullets were easy to work out.

Her brow furrows in confusion as she glances between the two, checking the ammo in her own handgun.

(Sorry, I'll try to remember next time)

Karl raises his hand towards Dinghy and waves at her, taking note of Gauze and Arma's reaction. Perhaps she isn't a kind person.
"Hello Dinghy, name's Karl, quick question, do you know on what energy source do these things run on?"

She gives a light frown, almost forced, like the smile.

"Sorry, not my area of expertise-"

Gauze, trying to light her cigarette, glances up from shielding her hand about her face.

"- Nailz told me one time that they're almost like the little steam leker I had back home. There's a heating component, in this case, Coral micro-canisters, and the internal fluids of the machine. With these, I think a lot of em' use oil of some kind, that and plain water. They build internal pressure to move hydraulics, or something, at least that's what I remember anyways."

She successfully lights her smoke, taking a long inhale and a slow exhale.

"That's why they - bom - , and rip apart like tin-paper when you hit them hard enough, if I were guessing."

He begins to stomp on it repeatedly, snarling.

Haren relaxes a bit and prepares himself for more assailants.
"How many of these machines do you have in here?"

Foundation glances over as he shovels two more shells the size of his thumb into the barrel of his shotgun.

"I'd have to believe we've cleared out over half of the crew. That was most of the... lighter.. machinery on board."

"I doubt the rest will go down as easily."

He snaps the gun shut, cocking it with a quick yank of his hand.

(The machine speaks slowly, clips of a beautiful, feminine voice spliced together to create an empty mimicry of human speech.) “Yes, madam.”

(Aiuola's sole light in her diamond-shaped head stares blankly at the bleeding vice admiral. Their mechanical parts are stiff and unmoving, her thoughts still hidden behind her hollow gaze.)

Glancing over, she gives a quiet scoff through lightly gritted teeth. Of course there's another mechanized freak in this expedition too.


Nailz stuffly hoists his nailgun, a quiet hiss exiting his mask as his yellowed lens narrows in on the opposite end of the hall.

SOMETHING LARGER IS COMING.

FIVE MACHINES, AN ABBREVIATED PARTY COMPARED TO LAST TIME... THOUGH THESE UNITS ARE LARGE, REMINESCENT OF THE TANKY MACHINE IN THE LAST ONSLAUGHT.

TWO DRONES, EACH WITH A STRIKING RED LENS ADORNING THE FRONTS OF THEIR ROUNDED FRAMES, SUSPENDED BY A SINGLE UPPER. AND SMALLER REAR PROPELLER, HOVER ON EITHER SIDE OF THE TWO RECONSTRUCTORS, WHO STAND ON EITHER SIDE OF A THIRD MACHINE.

IT WOULD BE IDENTICAL, IF NOT FOR ITS CRACKLING CRIMSON LENSES, AND LOOSE BODY POSTURE. IT SEEMS TO HAVE RECONFIGURED ITS PLATES FOR FURTHER DEFENSE.

THE FORMATION BREAKS WITH ALARMING HASTE. YOU ARE ON THE BACK FOOT THIS TIME.

---------------- [ENEMY TURN] ----------------

RSD-9s LOCKS ITS SIGHTS ON THE GHOUL, PROPELLER SPINNING UP AS A RED DOT IS PROJECTED UPON HIS CHEST. [MARKED FOR IMPACT]

RSD-18g AFFIXES ITS GAZE TO ARMA, A DOT FORMED UPON HER AS WELL. [MARKED FOR IMPACT]

LR(3) POINTS AHEAD, GIVING A FEW QUIET GRUMBLES AND CLICKS. [ADMIRAL'S ORDERS]

LR(1), RECIEVING ORDERS, BOLTING IN AS IT STRAINS ITS BULKY BODY TO THE LIMITS, LASHING OUT AT CABA-TEV (5, 15), GAUZE, (14, 7), AND NAILZ (3, 11) WITH VIOLENT STRIKES.

LR(2) FOLLOWS, WITH A BIT LESS GUSTO, SWINGING ONCE AT HAREN ((15)), CREAM, (8), AND DINGHY ((15)) WITH BROAD SWIPES OF ITS BULK HANDS.

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

REMOTE STRIKE DRONE 09 SIERRA (RSD-9s) ---- AOE / VOLATILE / HP: 15/15 [DODGE 5]
REMOTE STRIKE DRONE 18 GAMMA (RSD-18g) ---- AOE / VOLATILE / HP: 15/15 [DODGE 5]
LESSER RECONSTRUCTOR (1) (LR(1)) ---- MULTI-TARGET / TANK / 150/150 [DEFENSE 3]
LESSER RECONSTRUCTOR (2) (LR(2)) ---- MULTI-TARGET / TANK / 150/150 [DEFENSE 3]
[BRACED] LESSER RECONSTRUCTOR (3) (LR(3)) ---- MULTI-TARGET / TANK / 250/150 [DEFENSE 5]

---------------- [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: 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: 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: 124/130
CREAM STARLIGHT, A-04, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 123/123
MARKAS, A-05, SUPPORT (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 5 / DODGE 0 / HP: 128/150
HAREN, A-06, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 125/125
A-07, OFFLINE
A-08, OFFLINE
A-09, OFFLINE
A-10, OFFLINE

[SUMMONS]
[CURRENT MAX 3/6 [+1 NAILZ - JACK OF ALL TRADES]]

ALLIED GUARDSMAN UNIT 05 RELAY (GU-5r) ---- MULTI TARGET / BRUISER / HP: 19/25 [DECAY 4] [NAILZ]

ALLIED KITCHEN STAFF 28 CARBON (KS-28c) ---- SINGLE TARGET / SUPPORT / HP: 15/18 [DECAY 2] [ARMA]

MECHANIC UNIT 12 DELTA (MU-12d) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / HP: 19/20 [DECAY 1] [CREAM]

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

Spoiler: BRACE OF ATLAS THEME

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

 

[Orchamut]

Foundation glances over as he shovels two more shells the size of his thumb into the barrel of his shotgun.

"I'd have to believe we've cleared out over half of the crew. That was most of the... lighter.. machinery on board."

"I doubt the rest will go down as easily."

He snaps the gun shut, cocking it with a quick yank of his hand.

Haren shakes his head in exasperation as he begins to hear the next wave draw closer.
"Ridiculous."

LR(2) FOLLOWS, WITH A BIT LESS GUSTO, SWINGING ONCE AT HAREN ((15)), CREAM, (8), AND DINGHY ((15)) WITH BROAD SWIPES OF ITS BULK HANDS.

(14) He eats the hit despite his best efforts to dodge, striking back at the attacking machine with a sword thrust (16).

Jumping back a bit, Haren then winds up and hurls his blade at the flying drones like a boomerang, attempting to hit both with the spinning sword (2 on RSD-9s, 20 on RSD-18g).

[HP 113/125]

 

[Cream Starlight]

Ammo correction: 6/6/172
Cream wasn't going to be ambushed.

[9] That hit almost hit her. She ducked just in time!
"Ah cra-"

With a swift motion she leapt forwards and gave LR 2 a kick on its torso [19, x2 damage, if hit causes herself 1 damage ("my legs aren't quite for hitting metals")] before giving it a gunshot to the head [7, x2 damage].

Then, she jumped away from the restructor and aimed her pistol at RSD-18g, firing one more bullet. [11, x2 damage]
[Ammo 4/6/172]

MU-16d received a signal from Cream, and tried attacking LR 2. Its movement seemed a bit slumpy, but at least it'd work. [8]

 

[Cryogenesis]

She gives a light frown, almost forced, like the smile.

"Sorry, not my area of expertise-"

Gauze, trying to light her cigarette, glances up from shielding her hand about her face.

"- Nailz told me one time that they're almost like the little steam leker I had back home. There's a heating component, in this case, Coral micro-canisters, and the internal fluids of the machine. With these, I think a lot of em' use oil of some kind, that and plain water. They build internal pressure to move hydraulics, or something, at least that's what I remember anyways."

She successfully lights her smoke, taking a long inhale and a slow exhale.

"That's why they - bom - , and rip apart like tin-paper when you hit them hard enough, if I were guessing."

"Steam-powered machinery, that immediately removes my idea of launching an EMP, thanks for the info. Also, do you know the way to the nearest terminal?"

RSD-9s LOCKS ITS SIGHTS ON THE GHOUL, PROPELLER SPINNING UP AS A RED DOT IS PROJECTED UPON HIS CHEST. [MARKED FOR IMPACT]

RSD-18g AFFIXES ITS GAZE TO ARMA, A DOT FORMED UPON HER AS WELL. [MARKED FOR IMPACT]

LR(3) POINTS AHEAD, GIVING A FEW QUIET GRUMBLES AND CLICKS. [ADMIRAL'S ORDERS]

LR(1), RECIEVING ORDERS, BOLTING IN AS IT STRAINS ITS BULKY BODY TO THE LIMITS, LASHING OUT AT CABA-TEV (5, 15), GAUZE, (14, 7), AND NAILZ (3, 11) WITH VIOLENT STRIKES.

LR(2) FOLLOWS, WITH A BIT LESS GUSTO, SWINGING ONCE AT HAREN ((15)), CREAM, (8), AND DINGHY ((15)) WITH BROAD SWIPES OF ITS BULK HANDS.

Seeing how none of the machines are aiming for him, Karl uses this opportunity to create a sword from the metal and skewer the RSD-9s [3]
He then focuses on LR(3) and launches a metal saw, attempting to sever its legs [11]
He then announces to the group
"Do not kill the machine at the back, only render it useless!"

 

[Asternove]

Glancing over, she gives a quiet scoff through lightly gritted teeth. Of course there's another mechanized freak in this expedition too.


Nailz stuffly hoists his nailgun, a quiet hiss exiting his mask as his yellowed lens narrows in on the opposite end of the hall.

(Aiuola turns her head rapidly, analyzing everything in her vicinity. Single green LED becomes a streak of light before it comes to a screeching halt, resuming her blank stare at the vice captain. Her body didn't move an inch during the scan, perfectly still as if it weren't even alive.)

{Sorry for already getting confused, but is Aiuola with the others yet? Dinghy turned around to the others implying she's near them but Aiuola's not in the battle system yet.}

 

[Xal.]

(Aiuola turns her head rapidly, analyzing everything in her vicinity.)

{Sorry for already getting confused, but is Aiuola with the others yet? Dinghy turned around to the others implying she's near them but Aiuola's not in the battle system yet.}

[YOU ARE WITHIN COMBAT, BUT ARE NOT EQUIPPED WITH TRADE SPECIFIC GEAR, AND AS SUCH, ARE NOT LOGGED WITHIN THE STATS PAGE. YOU MAY FIGHT CLASSLESS FOR NOW. DAMAGE IS RELATIVE BUT STILL PAINFUL, AND YOU DEAL PLAIN DAMAGE WITH A MAX OF TWO ATTACKS, AND AN ABSENCE OF COMBAT SKILLS.]

 

[Asternove]

[YOU ARE WITHIN COMBAT, BUT ARE NOT EQUIPPED WITH TRADE SPECIFIC GEAR, AND AS SUCH, ARE NOT LOGGED WITHIN THE STATS PAGE. YOU MAY FIGHT CLASSLESS FOR NOW. DAMAGE IS RELATIVE BUT STILL PAINFUL, AND YOU DEAL PLAIN DAMAGE WITH A MAX OF TWO ATTACKS, AND AN ABSENCE OF COMBAT SKILLS.]

(Aiuola merely watches the fight in front of her. No fighting stance for the assault, no thorny vines prepared to whip a fellow machine... just her signature stare.)

 

[Cream Starlight]

"Steam-powered machinery, that immediately removes my idea of launching an EMP, thanks for the info. Also, do you know the way to the nearest terminal?"

Seeing how none of the machines are aiming for him, Karl uses this opportunity to create a sword from the metal and skewer the RSD-9s [3]
He then focuses on LR(3) and launches a metal saw, attempting to sever its legs [11]
He then announces to the group
"Do not kill the machine at the back, only render it useless!"

"Sure!"
Cream yelled, and then tried to focus on the battle.

(-1 dodge roll / slightly distracted)

 

[Banana_=P]

The vice admiral shoots her a loose gaze, not particularly inclined to look when she's receiving help from other sources.

Her expression sours as she looks down, mouth open seemingly to launch into speech.. until she notices a moderate mending of her wounds.

"... Nanites? Bioadaptive stimulants? What's in the needle?"

She catches the back half of the conversation.

"Hurting yourself?"

"Quantum plant sap."
"IT HEALS YOU, DUH!"
"...It essentially rewinds your body to a previous state, undoing any damage inflicted."
"ALSO UH. YEAH. I NEED BIOMASS TO MAKE SAP, SO I'M JUST USING MINE!"

Her brow furrows in confusion as she glances between the two, checking the ammo in her own handgun.


She gives a light frown, almost forced, like the smile.

"Sorry, not my area of expertise-"

Gauze, trying to light her cigarette, glances up from shielding her hand about her face.

"- Nailz told me one time that they're almost like the little steam leker I had back home. There's a heating component, in this case, Coral micro-canisters, and the internal fluids of the machine. With these, I think a lot of em' use oil of some kind, that and plain water. They build internal pressure to move hydraulics, or something, at least that's what I remember anyways."

She successfully lights her smoke, taking a long inhale and a slow exhale.

"That's why they - bom - , and rip apart like tin-paper when you hit them hard enough, if I were guessing."


Foundation glances over as he shovels two more shells the size of his thumb into the barrel of his shotgun.

"I'd have to believe we've cleared out over half of the crew. That was most of the... lighter.. machinery on board."

"I doubt the rest will go down as easily."

He snaps the gun shut, cocking it with a quick yank of his hand.


Glancing over, she gives a quiet scoff through lightly gritted teeth. Of course there's another mechanized freak in this expedition too.


Nailz stuffly hoists his nailgun, a quiet hiss exiting his mask as his yellowed lens narrows in on the opposite end of the hall.

SOMETHING LARGER IS COMING.

FIVE MACHINES, AN ABBREVIATED PARTY COMPARED TO LAST TIME... THOUGH THESE UNITS ARE LARGE, REMINESCENT OF THE TANKY MACHINE IN THE LAST ONSLAUGHT.

TWO DRONES, EACH WITH A STRIKING RED LENS ADORNING THE FRONTS OF THEIR ROUNDED FRAMES, SUSPENDED BY A SINGLE UPPER. AND SMALLER REAR PROPELLER, HOVER ON EITHER SIDE OF THE TWO RECONSTRUCTORS, WHO STAND ON EITHER SIDE OF A THIRD MACHINE.

IT WOULD BE IDENTICAL, IF NOT FOR ITS CRACKLING CRIMSON LENSES, AND LOOSE BODY POSTURE. IT SEEMS TO HAVE RECONFIGURED ITS PLATES FOR FURTHER DEFENSE.

THE FORMATION BREAKS WITH ALARMING HASTE. YOU ARE ON THE BACK FOOT THIS TIME.

Caba Tev quickly turns to face the threat, Tev showing no emotion whatsoever. They only blink once, perhaps finding this situation familiar.
Caba, meanwhile, readies her vines, having nothing to say.

---------------- [ENEMY TURN] ----------------

RSD-9s LOCKS ITS SIGHTS ON THE GHOUL, PROPELLER SPINNING UP AS A RED DOT IS PROJECTED UPON HIS CHEST. [MARKED FOR IMPACT]

RSD-18g AFFIXES ITS GAZE TO ARMA, A DOT FORMED UPON HER AS WELL. [MARKED FOR IMPACT]

LR(3) POINTS AHEAD, GIVING A FEW QUIET GRUMBLES AND CLICKS. [ADMIRAL'S ORDERS]

LR(1), RECIEVING ORDERS, BOLTING IN AS IT STRAINS ITS BULKY BODY TO THE LIMITS, LASHING OUT AT CABA-TEV (5, 15)... WITH VIOLENT STRIKES.

Caba Tev jumps out of the way of the first hit with relative ease, only to get slammed by the second blow (D20: 16, 5), legs bending to brace against the blow as Caba blocks it with her vines, still taking a good clean hit.
"...OW, GEEZ."
"YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!"
<Calculation: No further action possible besides offense.>
<All ally members appear to be in good health for the time being...>

In retaliation, Caba and Tev retaliate at close range to LR(1), with Caba striking twice with vines while Tev attempts to carve into its chassis with dual knife hands (D20: 2, 15, 16, 14).

[15 - 5 defense = 10]
[10 x 130/160 = 8.125 -> 8 damage taken. 10 - 8 = 2 damage to Sap Capacity]
[124 - 8 = 116 / 130 HP; 29 - 2 = 27 Sap Sap Capacity]

 

[Creeper326]

[MINOR SYSTEM OVERHAUL. THE "DECAY" STAT WILL NO LONGER MULTIPLY OUTSIDE OF COMBAT FOR SUMMONED / COMMANDEERED MACHINES! TO COMPENSATE, DECAY REMAINS EXPONENTIAL IN ITS GROWTH]

[ANOTHER PRODDING REMINDER FOR: @Your Host. , @Streyll , and @KwaadAttribuut ]


[1/1] MU-12d CONTROL ASSUMPTION [1/2] (20/20)

It would seem Cream is getting the hang of this reconstruction thing. The unit is brought back to its feet in a few quick moments of her pack's work. It scoops its large wrench from the ground, staring blankly at Cream before walking idly in a loose perimeter.

The vice admiral shoots her a loose gaze, not particularly inclined to look when she's receiving help from other sources.

Her expression sours as she looks down, mouth open seemingly to launch into speech.. until she notices a moderate mending of her wounds.

"... Nanites? Bioadaptive stimulants? What's in the needle?"

She catches the back half of the conversation.

"Hurting yourself?"


Her brow furrows in confusion as she glances between the two, checking the ammo in her own handgun.


She gives a light frown, almost forced, like the smile.

"Sorry, not my area of expertise-"

Gauze, trying to light her cigarette, glances up from shielding her hand about her face.

"- Nailz told me one time that they're almost like the little steam leker I had back home. There's a heating component, in this case, Coral micro-canisters, and the internal fluids of the machine. With these, I think a lot of em' use oil of some kind, that and plain water. They build internal pressure to move hydraulics, or something, at least that's what I remember anyways."

She successfully lights her smoke, taking a long inhale and a slow exhale.

"That's why they - bom - , and rip apart like tin-paper when you hit them hard enough, if I were guessing."

"Water'n heat. God's end all solution for us. Ain't it a beauty."

Foundation glances over as he shovels two more shells the size of his thumb into the barrel of his shotgun.

"I'd have to believe we've cleared out over half of the crew. That was most of the... lighter.. machinery on board."

"I doubt the rest will go down as easily."

He snaps the gun shut, cocking it with a quick yank of his hand.


Glancing over, she gives a quiet scoff through lightly gritted teeth. Of course there's another mechanized freak in this expedition too.


Nailz stuffly hoists his nailgun, a quiet hiss exiting his mask as his yellowed lens narrows in on the opposite end of the hall.

SOMETHING LARGER IS COMING.

FIVE MACHINES, AN ABBREVIATED PARTY COMPARED TO LAST TIME... THOUGH THESE UNITS ARE LARGE, REMINESCENT OF THE TANKY MACHINE IN THE LAST ONSLAUGHT.

TWO DRONES, EACH WITH A STRIKING RED LENS ADORNING THE FRONTS OF THEIR ROUNDED FRAMES, SUSPENDED BY A SINGLE UPPER. AND SMALLER REAR PROPELLER, HOVER ON EITHER SIDE OF THE TWO RECONSTRUCTORS, WHO STAND ON EITHER SIDE OF A THIRD MACHINE.

IT WOULD BE IDENTICAL, IF NOT FOR ITS CRACKLING CRIMSON LENSES, AND LOOSE BODY POSTURE. IT SEEMS TO HAVE RECONFIGURED ITS PLATES FOR FURTHER DEFENSE.

THE FORMATION BREAKS WITH ALARMING HASTE. YOU ARE ON THE BACK FOOT THIS TIME.

---------------- [ENEMY TURN] ----------------

RSD-9s LOCKS ITS SIGHTS ON THE GHOUL, PROPELLER SPINNING UP AS A RED DOT IS PROJECTED UPON HIS CHEST. [MARKED FOR IMPACT]

RSD-18g AFFIXES ITS GAZE TO ARMA, A DOT FORMED UPON HER AS WELL. [MARKED FOR IMPACT]

LR(3) POINTS AHEAD, GIVING A FEW QUIET GRUMBLES AND CLICKS. [ADMIRAL'S ORDERS]

LR(1), RECIEVING ORDERS, BOLTING IN AS IT STRAINS ITS BULKY BODY TO THE LIMITS, LASHING OUT AT CABA-TEV (5, 15), GAUZE, (14, 7), AND NAILZ (3, 11) WITH VIOLENT STRIKES.

LR(2) FOLLOWS, WITH A BIT LESS GUSTO, SWINGING ONCE AT HAREN ((15)), CREAM, (8), AND DINGHY ((15)) WITH BROAD SWIPES OF ITS BULK HANDS.

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

REMOTE STRIKE DRONE 09 SIERRA (RSD-9s) ---- AOE / VOLATILE / HP: 15/15 [DODGE 5]
REMOTE STRIKE DRONE 18 GAMMA (RSD-18g) ---- AOE / VOLATILE / HP: 15/15 [DODGE 5]
LESSER RECONSTRUCTOR (1) (LR(1)) ---- MULTI-TARGET / TANK / 150/150 [DEFENSE 3]
LESSER RECONSTRUCTOR (2) (LR(2)) ---- MULTI-TARGET / TANK / 150/150 [DEFENSE 3]
[BRACED] LESSER RECONSTRUCTOR (3) (LR(3)) ---- MULTI-TARGET / TANK / 250/150 [DEFENSE 5]

---------------- [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: 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: 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: 124/130
CREAM STARLIGHT, A-04, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 123/123
MARKAS, A-05, SUPPORT (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 5 / DODGE 0 / HP: 128/150
HAREN, A-06, STRIKE (DEFAULT) ---- DEF 3 / DODGE 0 / HP: 125/125
A-07, OFFLINE
A-08, OFFLINE
A-09, OFFLINE
A-10, OFFLINE

[SUMMONS]
[CURRENT MAX 3/6 [+1 NAILZ - JACK OF ALL TRADES]]

ALLIED GUARDSMAN UNIT 05 RELAY (GU-5r) ---- MULTI TARGET / BRUISER / HP: 19/25 [DECAY 4] [NAILZ]

ALLIED KITCHEN STAFF 28 CARBON (KS-28c) ---- SINGLE TARGET / SUPPORT / HP: 15/18 [DECAY 2] [ARMA]

MECHANIC UNIT 12 DELTA (MU-12d) ---- SINGLE TARGET / STANDARD / HP: 19/20 [DECAY 1] [CREAM]

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

Spoiler: BRACE OF ATLAS THEME

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

*Ghoul aims to disable the propellers on RSD-9 to disable whatever's charging before it can strike (15). He does the same to RSD-18, shooting at the propellers. (11). Finally, he tries aiding the rest, sending a wild and hastily aimed shot to LR-1 (6).*

Seeing how none of the machines are aiming for him, Karl uses this opportunity to create a sword from the metal and skewer the RSD-9s [3]
He then focuses on LR(3) and launches a metal saw, attempting to sever its legs [11]
He then announces to the group
"Do not kill the machine at the back, only render it useless!"

"Easy to say when it's not aimin' a laser guided rocket at ya chest!"
*Ghoul stands between Arma and the RSD unites, getting both laser dots onto him instead.*

 

[Cryogenesis]

"Easy to say when it's not aimin' a laser guided rocket at ya chest!"
*Ghoul stands between Arma and the RSD unites, getting both laser dots onto him instead.*

"Not the drones, I mean the hulking machine in the middle"

 

[Creeper326]

"Not the drones, I mean the hulking machine in the middle"

*Ghoul raises an eyebrow in interest.*
"Say no more, Magnets!"
*He moves Gereg to his left hand and pulls out his lever action to go in his right hand, arming and aiming the latter.*
"Apologies for the confusion."
*He says over to Karl.*