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

[Knight of Seriousness]

"Come on, Striker Six! Come faster than the wind! Faster than the golden doll on the threshold of the enemy! Faster than the evil infant; the one who pretends to be a demon, and HIDES IN THE WALLS, WAITING FOR CHILDREN TO EAT!"
He's clearly very annoyed that everyone remains on the ground floor.
"CLIMB UP THE LADDER, IDIOTS!"

 

[Xal.]

"Come on, Striker Six! Come faster than the wind! Faster than the golden doll on the threshold of the enemy! Faster than the evil infant; the one who pretends to be a demon, and HIDES IN THE WALLS, WAITING FOR CHILDREN TO EAT!"
He's clearly very annoyed that everyone remains on the ground floor.
"CLIMB UP THE LADDER, IDIOTS!"

Claira has no idea what he's talking about, but the fact that he's yelling is enough incentive to get her to move, climbing faster as she follows Wha up the ladder.

 

[Knight of Seriousness]

"...When 6=0, 1+(-1)=6. Come on, we'll do it without them. If they continue to delay in obeying orders, we won't give them the chance. Nor will any reinforcements, should they have arrived already."

 

[Hecatia Lapislazuli]

(If you can somehow give Messorem a reason to
a. get up to the second floor
b. change directives

he'll be more than happy to lead the charge, probably with a lot of unnecessary collateral.

Claira sure as hell won't.. so it's up to the others unless something changes.)

(Gladly! Flying robot time. I said backup was coming, right?)
(I really can't go anywhere while people aren't doing much... might need to change that)
"Hard contact! Multiple hostile air targets inbound from all sides! Weapons ready!"
Messorem doesn't have to wait long before the fight comes down to them. Just as whatever slammed into the tower earlier comes barreling out the other side, clusters of aerial combat vehicles swarm the skies and unleash machine gun fire on the streets. Strafing runs rip chunks of concrete and metal from buildings, including the one Striker Six is supposed to be taking control of.
It becomes evident quickly that reinforcements are rolling in, and you might be able to spot armoured vehicles inbound... and not the friendly kind.
"Striker Six, take control of that data now! We'll cover you, just get the mission done!"
(after this side quest is done, you'll all get sent out into the big open wastelands and the real fun can begin)

 

[Knight of Seriousness]

(Gladly! Flying robot time. I said backup was coming, right?)
(I really can't go anywhere while people aren't doing much... might need to change that)
"Hard contact! Multiple hostile air targets inbound from all sides! Weapons ready!"
Messorem doesn't have to wait long before the fight comes down to them. Just as whatever slammed into the tower earlier comes barreling out the other side, clusters of aerial combat vehicles swarm the skies and unleash machine gun fire on the streets. Strafing runs rip chunks of concrete and metal from buildings, including the one Striker Six is supposed to be taking control of.
It becomes evident quickly that reinforcements are rolling in, and you might be able to spot armoured vehicles inbound... and not the friendly kind.
"Striker Six, take control of that data now! We'll cover you, just get the mission done!"
(after this side quest is done, you'll all get sent out into the big open wastelands and the real fun can begin)

"Impeccable workplace walk, reinforcers!"
"I HEAR THE SCREAM OF THE TROPICAL WORM, COWORKERS! END OF PASSION PLAY; THE TIME IS NOW!"
Wha, regardless of who follows him, finishes climbing the ladder, dashes into the building, and enters the server room.
He thrusts a hand upwards, slamming it into the jaw of the nearest enemy, while simultaneously using that hand to control a Shadow Spike that impales the brain of the farthest enemy.
He then grabs the jaw of the now-unconscious enemy next to him before the body falls onto the ground, and backs up, summoning a Shadow Spear in his right hand as he holds the meatshield in front of him using his left.

 

[Xal.]

(Gladly! Flying robot time. I said backup was coming, right?)
(I really can't go anywhere while people aren't doing much... might need to change that)
"Hard contact! Multiple hostile air targets inbound from all sides! Weapons ready!"
Messorem doesn't have to wait long before the fight comes down to them. Just as whatever slammed into the tower earlier comes barreling out the other side, clusters of aerial combat vehicles swarm the skies and unleash machine gun fire on the streets. Strafing runs rip chunks of concrete and metal from buildings, including the one Striker Six is supposed to be taking control of.
It becomes evident quickly that reinforcements are rolling in, and you might be able to spot armoured vehicles inbound... and not the friendly kind.
"Striker Six, take control of that data now! We'll cover you, just get the mission done!"
(after this side quest is done, you'll all get sent out into the big open wastelands and the real fun can begin)

With a whirring and clicking from his massive arm, Messorem hefts Falx at one of the passing craft, not caring much for the machine gun fire. He unloads both megashells at once in a narrow spread, hoping to shred one of said craft like swiss cheese. (14, 11)

 

[Razor_Typhoon]

(I'm gonna admit that as always, i don't know what to do seeing how i forgot what's going on and where we are)

 

[Knight of Seriousness]

(I'm gonna admit that as always, i don't know what to do seeing how i forgot what's going on and where we are)

(There is a ladder. The ladder leads to the server room, where the enemies are.)
(The Striker Six, save for Wha, are at the bottom of the tower, next to the ladder.)
(Helicopters have arrived; reinforcements, and Messorem thinks they're enemies for some reason, so he's shooting at them.)

 

[Dark Lord Fladnag]

(There is a ladder. The ladder leads to the server room, where the enemies are.)
(The Striker Six, save for Wha, are at the bottom of the tower, next to the ladder.)
(Helicopters have arrived; reinforcements, and Messorem thinks they're enemies for some reason, so he's shooting at them.)

(My dude is up there already as well.)

 

[Razor_Typhoon]

(Noted, I'll try to respond before things move too much, can't promise anything)

 

[Hecatia Lapislazuli]

(apologies for another delay for the morbillionth time... been feeling incompetent lately)

With a whirring and clicking from his massive arm, Messorem hefts Falx at one of the passing craft, not caring much for the machine gun fire. He unloads both megashells at once in a narrow spread, hoping to shred one of said craft like swiss cheese. (14, 11)

Instant destruction. The craft detonates in flight, leaving its husk and fragments of metal to slam into a nearby fake tower. One down, twenty odd to go.
"Our allied squads are getting pinned down by enemy vehicles, and we're losing air superiority!" Engy No.1 shouts, "We're gonna have to hold the line here, Reaper,"
"Comms are getting jammed too," Engy No.2 blasts another craft out of the sky with an anti-materiel rifle, "This is getting dicey as hell!"

"Impeccable workplace walk, reinforcers!"
"I HEAR THE SCREAM OF THE TROPICAL WORM, COWORKERS! END OF PASSION PLAY; THE TIME IS NOW!"
Wha, regardless of who follows him, finishes climbing the ladder, dashes into the building, and enters the server room.
He thrusts a hand upwards, slamming it into the jaw of the nearest enemy, while simultaneously using that hand to control a Shadow Spike that impales the brain of the farthest enemy.
He then grabs the jaw of the now-unconscious enemy next to him before the body falls onto the ground, and backs up, summoning a Shadow Spear in his right hand as he holds the meatshield in front of him using his left.

Many of the soldiers in the room are still scattered and disoriented, leaving Wha to take down both targets uncontested. Grunt 1 drops their rifle, and the other loses the ability to operate their machine gun. Among other things.
Wha cannot yet extract any data until the room is cleared of competent opposition, but for now, nobody has hit the Wipe Button.

(My dude is up there already as well.)

(you might want to uhh fight)

(There is a ladder. The ladder leads to the server room, where the enemies are.)
(The Striker Six, save for Wha, are at the bottom of the tower, next to the ladder.)
(Helicopters have arrived; reinforcements, and Messorem thinks they're enemies for some reason, so he's shooting at them.)

(This is false - those are not friendly forces, they are hostile, and Messorem has the right idea. They're also not helicopters, but I guess I never specified. I should probably make it clearer next time)

 

[Knight of Seriousness]

Many of the soldiers in the room are still scattered and disoriented, leaving Wha to take down both targets uncontested. Grunt 1 drops their rifle, and the other loses the ability to operate their machine gun. Among other things.
Wha cannot yet extract any data until the room is cleared of competent opposition, but for now, nobody has hit the Wipe Button.

Seeing that some soldiers remain, Wha throws the one he's holding at another, and throws a Shadow Spear towards them, impaling them both.
While looking to see how many soldiers are left, he yells at any coworkers in earshot;
“Cannot think it’s true achieved all things made neat made neat before it’s too late before it’s too late. Area or location prepared intended to help people who visit you!”

(This is false - those are not friendly forces, they are hostile, and Messorem has the right idea. They're also not helicopters, but I guess I never specified. I should probably make it clearer next time)

(Oh.)

 

[Razor_Typhoon]

(uh, my posting has been slow)

 

[Dark Lord Fladnag]

Mizzium is busy smacking people with his mace Sauron-style.

 

[Xal.]

(apologies for another delay for the morbillionth time... been feeling incompetent lately)

Instant destruction. The craft detonates in flight, leaving its husk and fragments of metal to slam into a nearby fake tower. One down, twenty odd to go.
"Our allied squads are getting pinned down by enemy vehicles, and we're losing air superiority!" Engy No.1 shouts, "We're gonna have to hold the line here, Reaper,"
"Comms are getting jammed too," Engy No.2 blasts another craft out of the sky with an anti-materiel rifle, "This is getting dicey as hell!"

Many of the soldiers in the room are still scattered and disoriented, leaving Wha to take down both targets uncontested. Grunt 1 drops their rifle, and the other loses the ability to operate their machine gun. Among other things.
Wha cannot yet extract any data until the room is cleared of competent opposition, but for now, nobody has hit the Wipe Button.

Claira enters, VERY QUIETLY following in his tracks, hoping, praying that she isn't made notice of anyone.

(apologies for another delay for the morbillionth time... been feeling incompetent lately)

Instant destruction. The craft detonates in flight, leaving its husk and fragments of metal to slam into a nearby fake tower. One down, twenty odd to go.
"Our allied squads are getting pinned down by enemy vehicles, and we're losing air superiority!" Engy No.1 shouts, "We're gonna have to hold the line here, Reaper,"
"Comms are getting jammed too," Engy No.2 blasts another craft out of the sky with an anti-materiel rifle, "This is getting dicey as hell!"

"Affirmative."

His launcher unfurls from his shoulder as he snaps the barrel of Falx open. Micromissiles target four separate crafts, firing off in quick succession. Their yield should be enough to down the hit crafts, though not in a cut-and-dry sense, leaving a much wider range for a slow, gradual failure than for a quick descent unto death. (15, 18, 20, 17), though they are scarily good at tracking.

He raises his arm as well, wrist unfurling with a boom as his wrist mounted launcher fires its huge, high impact explosive round. It's far more potent, though far less accurate, aimed at a fifth craft. (4)

He slams two more shells into his shotgun, snapping it shut and cocking the beastly thing.

(Falx : 2/2
Micromissile Launcher: 0/4
Wrist-mounted Missile Launcher: 0/1
OVERHEAT: IIIII)

 

[Hecatia Lapislazuli]

Seeing that some soldiers remain, Wha throws the one he's holding at another, and throws a Shadow Spear towards them, impaling them both.
While looking to see how many soldiers are left, he yells at any coworkers in earshot;
“Cannot think it’s true achieved all things made neat made neat before it’s too late before it’s too late. Area or location prepared intended to help people who visit you!”

(Oh.)

I'm not sure Striker Six can really understand what you've said, but they don't need to. You're already handling the situation exceptionally.
Skewering both hostiles has brought several soldiers back to reality quite quickly. Spotting Wha immediately, they've now got their stun guns focused on the cloaked killer. Another one shouts "HIT THE WIPE! HIT THE WIPE!" before running at the giant red button.

Mizzium is busy smacking people with his mace Sauron-style.

From a single swing, three troopers are knocked down to the ground with fewer intact bones than before. Another two are crippled with a second smack to the pelvis and hip, signalled by the sickening crunch of bone and subsequent loss of leg functionality.

Claira enters, VERY QUIETLY following in his tracks, hoping, praying that she isn't made notice of anyone.

I mean, I certainly noticed.

"Affirmative."

His launcher unfurls from his shoulder as he snaps the barrel of Falx open. Micromissiles target four separate crafts, firing off in quick succession. Their yield should be enough to down the hit crafts, though not in a cut-and-dry sense, leaving a much wider range for a slow, gradual failure than for a quick descent unto death. (15, 18, 20, 17), though they are scarily good at tracking.

He raises his arm as well, wrist unfurling with a boom as his wrist mounted launcher fires its huge, high impact explosive round. It's far more potent, though far less accurate, aimed at a fifth craft. (4)

He slams two more shells into his shotgun, snapping it shut and cocking the beastly thing.

(Falx : 2/2
Micromissile Launcher: 0/4
Wrist-mounted Missile Launcher: 0/1
OVERHEAT: IIIII)

BRUTAL
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- EXPLODED
- EXPLODED
- EXPLODED
- EXPLODED
(7, 7, 11, 5)
None of them stood a chance. These crafts seem quite witless, making no efforts to evade until it's far too late. One detonates instantaneously, scattering its corpse across the surrounding desert in a fiery show of death. The second missile busts through the target without issue and cripples its controls, forcing it to collide with the nearest apartment building. The last two utilise their evasive techniques to the best of their abilities, but inevitably suffer the same tragic fate, and their unscheduled lithobraking brings about a swift demise.

The fifth shot misses, but I'm sure that'll make a nice crater somewhere.

The numbers of hostile aircraft are thinning. Close allies dedicate their firepower to clearing the skies, leaving a slight reprieve while Striker Six get to work.

 

[Knight of Seriousness]

I'm not sure Striker Six can really understand what you've said, but they don't need to. You're already handling the situation exceptionally.
Skewering both hostiles has brought several soldiers back to reality quite quickly. Spotting Wha immediately, they've now got their stun guns focused on the cloaked killer. Another one shouts "HIT THE WIPE! HIT THE WIPE!" before running at the giant red button.

Wha dashes past the soldier who approaches the wipe, and then spins around to roundhouse kick that one at the other soldiers, who he throws a Shadow Spear in the general direction of, not caring which one he hits.

 

[Razor_Typhoon]

(I really can't get around to posting, just can not.)

 

[Hecatia Lapislazuli]

(I think we're all a lil burnt out of RPing. I'm fine with things slowing down, but I feel bad for being so inconsistent)

 

[Hecatia Lapislazuli]

(Striker Six, I have returned with the milk)