IC Striker Six - Fighting a War in The Great Unknown (IC)

[Razor_Typhoon]

(so do I roll for the defense or not?)

 

[The Mysterious Creature]

Charging toward the foe, Mizzium takes a heavy swing at the still-distracted soldier's side to obliterate their abdomen. Their legs buckle, combat rifle dropping to the floor, now severely bleeding inside and out. The punishment isn't over, as Mizzium swings again at their jaw. The blow shatters their skull, giving the soldier a forced eternal nap.

Take this, liberal.
One soldier takes the majority of the blast. Their armour was not rated for Big Shell and finds itself, along with its user, shredded. At least they won't need it anymore, because who needs body armour when you have no body?
Two adjacent troops suffer moderate wounds, especially to their limbs. One drops their weapon and screams in pain, struggling to grasp it with their un-shot hand. The other wildly fires full-auto in Messorem's general direction, but completely misses.

Wha's spike comes dangerously close to a more attentive soldier and grazes their leg, but does little more than leave a sizeable hole in their pants, and a small cut on their calf. Still, they've been caught off-guard, leaving them highly vulnerable to a follow-up.

Oh, that's a baseball warhammer
Eletkos misses their mark slightly, instead clipping their shoulder. The attack is still moderately successful, staggering the weak combatant and forcing their weapon off-target.

One trooper, standing at the back of the pack with tattered pants from the micro-missiles, fires at Mizzium with decent accuracy (Attack: 13). A second trooper tosses a grenade underarm towards Messorem (Attack: 5) and follows up by taking shots at Eletkos from the hip (Attack: 6)

(A couple things I want to make clear: you don't need to use dice rolls against most enemies (boss battles and major fights will require them), but it's fine if you do. Also, you don't have to rely on me to determine outcomes, at least against hostiles under my control. Blow them to smithereens, not my problem)

(17) Mizzium seemed to see this coming. The shots ping off his mace, which he then ignites.

 

[Incendiary]

Wha follows up with another Shadow Spike, which impales the soldier in the heart.

I don't know about you, but I think that man is dead.
Blood and internals are splayed across the road surface, and the body falls limp. One terrified soldier screams "You sick bastards!" before opening fire at Wha with surprising accuracy (20)

(hell yeah.)

Messorem then takes a long stride forwards swinging his shotgun like a bat, leaving the soldier with a dropped gun now in two very mushy pieces separated at the midsection. He then raises his shotgun, pumping it again and calmly extending his arm to the rapidly firing soldier, turning everything but their knees and below to red mist, the bullets fired towards him pinging harmlessly off of thick armor.

He then flicks his shotgun down, the barrel popping open as two massive black shells fly out, both smoking. He draws two more from his side as he surveys the field.

(OVERHEAT: IIIII)
(Micromissile Salvo: 3/4)
(Falx: 0/2)
(Wrist Launcher: 1/1)

(I’m gonna put his stats here from now on for ease of use.)

Watching their squadmates massacred and disintegrated in front of their very eyes, it filled them with rage.
If this was to be their last day on the battlefield, they refused to die standing there.
Tossing aside their rifle, the grunt who fired on Eletkos fearlessly approaches the menacing form of Messorem. Without warning, they drive their fists into the ground, rock and stone violently ejected into the air towards Striker Six (8, 20, 17). They'd also formed a small yet decently sized barrier from the pavement, shielding them briefly.

(Meanwhile Claira is silently chilling)

(so do I roll for the defense or not?)

(Up to you. If everyone else is using dice rolls, I would recommend you do as well, but I won't force it for minor battles)

 

[Fluxxation]

Watching their squadmates massacred and disintegrated in front of their very eyes, it filled them with rage.
If this was to be their last day on the battlefield, they refused to die standing there.
Tossing aside their rifle, the grunt who fired on Eletkos fearlessly approaches the menacing form of Messorem. Without warning, they drive their fists into the ground, rock and stone violently ejected into the air towards Striker Six (8, 20, 17). They'd also formed a small yet decently sized barrier from the pavement, shielding them briefly.

(15 - 5 = 10, 6 - 5 = 1, 3 - 5 = -2) Messorem raises an arm, blocking a huge stone with ease as it shatters against his plating. The same cannot be said for two other stones, one slamming into his thigh, leaving a rather large gash in its top layer of armor, the other slamming into the top of his head, leaving a sizeable dent in it as he stagger back. His head shudders a few times as his lenses all focus in on the barrier. He hurls both shells into the shotgun, flicking it shut, then pushing in on the hilt so that the shotgun extends, axe heads popping from its sides. Messorem shifts his grip down, dragging the tip of the axe blade along the ground as he takes rumbling strides towards the big earthen barrier.

(Meanwhile Claira is silently chilling)

More accurately, Claira is sort of cowering towards the back, hidden away from combat and using Messorem as a giant shield. Messorem essentially protects her from the blast.

Finally coming to her senses, she leaps out from behind Messorem, slamming her staff's end into the ground as she shuts her eyes, thick tendrils of plant growth tearing from the ground and growing rapidly, latching to the barrier and attempting to begin ripping it down. (9)

 

[Razor_Typhoon]

One trooper, standing at the back of the pack with tattered pants from the micro-missiles, fires at Mizzium with decent accuracy (Attack: 13). A second trooper tosses a grenade underarm towards Messorem (Attack: 5) and follows up by taking shots at Eletkos from the hip (Attack: 6)

(18)

Eletkos is able to react quickly enough to avoid the oncoming shots, keeping steady and balanced on the ground, he silently praises himself for not getting shot.

(so are we also rolling for the 3 rocks sent towards us or is it only meant for one person?)

 

[Green_Metaknight]

I don't know about you, but I think that man is dead.
Blood and internals are splayed across the road surface, and the body falls limp. One terrified soldier screams "You sick bastards!" before opening fire at Wha with surprising accuracy (20)

(d20: 6) The bullet would have hit his heart, but he saw it coming, thanks to the cloak of momentum reduction, so he manages to rotate himself at the last moment, the bullet hitting his side and breaking a rib instead.
He slumps to the ground in order to make himself harder to hit, and clutches the wound with his left hand in order to suppress the bleeding.
In doing so, he tries to trick the soldier into thinking he just died (d20: 11),
and then retaliates by shooting a Shadow Spike at the terrified soldier's ankle. (d20: 15)

 

[Incendiary]

(i forgor)

(15 - 5 = 10, 6 - 5 = 1, 3 - 5 = -2) Messorem raises an arm, blocking a huge stone with ease as it shatters against his plating. The same cannot be said for two other stones, one slamming into his thigh, leaving a rather large gash in its top layer of armor, the other slamming into the top of his head, leaving a sizeable dent in it as he stagger back. His head shudders a few times as his lenses all focus in on the barrier. He hurls both shells into the shotgun, flicking it shut, then pushing in on the hilt so that the shotgun extends, axe heads popping from its sides. Messorem shifts his grip down, dragging the tip of the axe blade along the ground as he takes rumbling strides towards the big earthen barrier.

(The rocks were directed at the entirety of Striker Six, but if you wanna take one (or three) for the team, that's fine by me)

More accurately, Claira is sort of cowering towards the back, hidden away from combat and using Messorem as a giant shield. Messorem essentially protects her from the blast.

Finally coming to her senses, she leaps out from behind Messorem, slamming her staff's end into the ground as she shuts her eyes, thick tendrils of plant growth tearing from the ground and growing rapidly, latching to the barrier and attempting to begin ripping it down. (9)

(3) Despite their best efforts, the soldier's rock wall crumbles before them into a shin-high pile. They glare up at Claira, then at the rapidly approaching mech, then at the rest of Striker Six. This was suboptimal.
Before Messorem could get to them, they shoot their arm forward, and from it a cylindrical shockwave extends from their palm. It doesn't quite reach their target, but the force is enough to tear up the ground ahead of them. A wall of spikes suggests they should stop (but you likely won't abide).

(18)

Eletkos is able to react quickly enough to avoid the oncoming shots, keeping steady and balanced on the ground, he silently praises himself for not getting shot.

(so are we also rolling for the 3 rocks sent towards us or is it only meant for one person?)

(It was meant for everyone, but I don't mind if Messorem tanks it)
The soldier silently curses themself for missing, before aiming down the sight and firing again. However, all the action has made them unsteady (5)

(d20: 6) The bullet would have hit his heart, but he saw it coming, thanks to the cloak of momentum reduction, so he manages to rotate himself at the last moment, the bullet hitting his side and breaking a rib instead.
He slumps to the ground in order to make himself harder to hit, and clutches the wound with his left hand in order to suppress the bleeding.
In doing so, he tries to trick the soldier into thinking he just died (d20: 11),
and then retaliates by shooting a Shadow Spike at the terrified soldier's ankle. (d20: 15)

(2) It works. The soldier instead fires at Mizzium. Or, at least they try (2). These troops don't seem to have particularly good aim.
Seconds later, as they fall back to reload, pain lashes through their leg and abdomen as Wha's Shadow Spike rips through their ankle and up into their guts, along with giving them a structurally superfluous new behind. And death.

The soldier who was going to fire at Mizzium is now overwhelmed. All their allies are being torn up, there's nowhere to run or hide, and nobody to call for backup. They desperately chuck a grenade at Eletkos (8) with shaky hands, and proceed to back away while hip-firing at The Reaper (12)

 

[Razor_Typhoon]

The soldier silently curses themself for missing, before aiming down the sight and firing again. However, all the action has made them unsteady (5)

(7)

The soldier who was going to fire at Mizzium is now overwhelmed. All their allies are being torn up, there's nowhere to run or hide, and nobody to call for backup. They desperately chuck a grenade at Eletkos (8) with shaky hands, and proceed to back away while hip-firing at The Reaper (12)

(6)

 

[Fluxxation]

(i forgor)

(The rocks were directed at the entirety of Striker Six, but if you wanna take one (or three) for the team, that's fine by me)

(3) Despite their best efforts, the soldier's rock wall crumbles before them into a shin-high pile. They glare up at Claira, then at the rapidly approaching mech, then at the rest of Striker Six. This was suboptimal.
Before Messorem could get to them, they shoot their arm forward, and from it a cylindrical shockwave extends from their palm. It doesn't quite reach their target, but the force is enough to tear up the ground ahead of them. A wall of spikes suggests they should stop (but you likely won't abide).

Raising Falx up above his head in both hands, Messorem’s axe-tip glows with heat, arms shuddering as he then cracks it down overhead, the force of the swing likely enough to not only cut through the wall, but anything directly behind it. (OVERHEATED slam. + 3 (17))

The soldier who was going to fire at Mizzium is now overwhelmed. All their allies are being torn up, there's nowhere to run or hide, and nobody to call for backup. They desperately chuck a grenade at Eletkos (8) with shaky hands, and proceed to back away while hip-firing at The Reaper (12)

(2 - 5 =-3 ) The shot, by some miracle, hits Messorem in a gap in his knee-joint, causing him to stagger backwards and to fall to his knees, too stunned to make any follow up attacks.

(OVERHEAT: IIIII)
(Micromissile salvo: 4/4)
(Falx: 2/2)
(Wrist Launcher 1/1)

 

[The Mysterious Creature]

Mizzium unignites his mace, seeing that things will seemingly be wrapping up soon.

“Brutal.”

 

[Incendiary]

(Exams are done, I can actually post updates in a timely manner now)

(7)

(6)

(I have no idea what this means)

Raising Falx up above his head in both hands, Messorem’s axe-tip glows with heat, arms shuddering as he then cracks it down overhead, the force of the swing likely enough to not only cut through the wall, but anything directly behind it. (OVERHEATED slam. + 3 (17))


(2 - 5 =-3 ) The shot, by some miracle, hits Messorem in a gap in his knee-joint, causing him to stagger backwards and to fall to his knees, too stunned to make any follow up attacks.

(OVERHEAT: IIIII)
(Micromissile salvo: 4/4)
(Falx: 2/2)
(Wrist Launcher 1/1)

You must wonder what thoughts were going through this trooper's head. A mere grunt against the would-be saviours of Arkanimus. A matchup akin to a coughing baby against a hydrogen bomb. Did they really think they stood a chance? No matter. Shards of stone tear through the soldier before they can even blink, followed by a greater wave of decimation erasing their being within a split second. Now, they were nothing but fine dust in the desert wind.

Only a couple soldiers remain, and they're too weak or traumatized to do anything. Execute them if you wish.

The objective is not too far away. A short walk, really.

 

[Razor_Typhoon]

(I have no idea what this means)

(my defensive rolls, unfortunately I couldn't come up with any flavour text.)

 

[Fluxxation]

(Exams are done, I can actually post updates in a timely manner now)

(I have no idea what this means)

You must wonder what thoughts were going through this trooper's head. A mere grunt against the would-be saviours of Arkanimus. A matchup akin to a coughing baby against a hydrogen bomb. Did they really think they stood a chance? No matter. Shards of stone tear through the soldier before they can even blink, followed by a greater wave of decimation erasing their being within a split second. Now, they were nothing but fine dust in the desert wind.

Only a couple soldiers remain, and they're too weak or traumatized to do anything. Execute them if you wish.

The objective is not too far away. A short walk, really.

Messorem, still in his hunched state, raises his arm, unleashing his potent wrist-mounted missile likely blowing at least a few of them to bits.

He then wobbles a bit as he gets back to his feet, slinging Falx across his back as it reconfigures back into a shotgun.

"Done and chhh--sskk-dusted."

 

[Incendiary]

(Real sorry about the delay but TCF being a little stoopy and not letting me post/log in. Should be good now. We'll move on)

Little remains of the unlucky soldiers. Their story ends here, not that it was particularly interesting. Unskilled, undisciplined, and unremarkable.
The fight wasn't exactly expedient, but that was hardly a bother.
"Sector is clear and we are good to go. Striker Six and Delta Unit, rendezvous at the tower's base," the operator's voice crackles over the comms link, transmitted right to the crew's earpieces.
Said tower is very hard to miss. Go get em.
@Green_Metaknight
@Crimtane Shovel... TWO!!!
@Dragon Lord Fladnag
@S276 - Silence
@Razor_Typhoon

 

[Fluxxation]

Messorem sets off, shaking out his damaged knee as it pops a few times, then giving a quiet whir with each step.

Claira follows somewhat close behind, trying not to look timid, clearly experienced in terms of time spent in combat, but her eyes flit wildly about, her posture loose enough to walk calmly, but rigid enough to make it clear she's on edge.

 

[Green_Metaknight]

Still with his left hand on his broken rib, Wha also starts heading towards the tower.
While walking, he walks over to Claira.
"One of my ribs is broken. Do you have healing magic?"

 

[The Mysterious Creature]

Mizzium clanks along after the others, wondering what else they’ll encounter.

 

[Razor_Typhoon]

Eletkos follows behind the others, noting how a few of them got injured, he opts to keep a eye out for any signs of trouble, more than usual anyway.

 

[Fluxxation]

Still with his left hand on his broken rib, Wha also starts heading towards the tower.
While walking, he walks over to Claira.
"One of my ribs is broken. Do you have healing magic?"

She jumps forwards a little, tail swishing violently for a moment before she adjusts her glasses, turning to him and clearing her throat.

“Oh, sure.. please hold still.”

She extends a hand, wrapping her other hand around the extended arm’s wrist, pressing down hard with her fingers upon her own skin. Little tendrils of vines and growth swirl gently across her palm, a gentle green glow emanating from it as she reaches forwards, pressing her startlingly hot hand against his rib. (7+6+4 =17 17/20)

After a few seconds of warmth, with the sharp pain of what feels like his insides rearranging themselves, the pain dulls to a mere ache, his rib feeling simply bruised. Claira steps back, the tendrils and glow flickering out and fading from her hand as she releases her grip.

“Better?”

 

[Green_Metaknight]

She jumps forwards a little, tail swishing violently for a moment before she adjusts her glasses, turning to him and clearing her throat.

“Oh, sure.. please hold still.”

She extends a hand, wrapping her other hand around the extended arm’s wrist, pressing down hard with her fingers upon her own skin. Little tendrils of vines and growth swirl gently across her palm, a gentle green glow emanating from it as she reaches forwards, pressing her startlingly hot hand against his rib. (7+6+4 =17 17/20)

After a few seconds of warmth, with the sharp pain of what feels like his insides rearranging themselves, the pain dulls to a mere ache, his rib feeling simply bruised. Claira steps back, the tendrils and glow flickering out and fading from her hand as she releases her grip.

“Better?”

"Yes."