Rock was more than welcoming to the prospect of letting a robot do the job. In fact, he stepped back and quickly whipped out his phone (a considerably more beefy, clunky, old-looking, but durable and more importantly EMP-resistant phone), and... began texting.

"Yeah," he replied in an absent-minded mutter as he fudged keys quickly. "Right. What?" He looked up. "Oh, yeah, sorry. Let's go." And with that, he stuffed the phone away and completely unceremoniously jumped into the gaping doors, plummeting into the danger-rife, uneven-walled, hazardous elevator shaft without a second thought.

And the message he sent?


...

As the elevator doors were forced open and the Monkeys-n-Cat brigade made ready to descend, an indescribably funky odour began to penetrate the room. Not quite cabbage and not quite 'old mayonnaise', it nevertheless possessed far too many of those qualities to be described as anything besides 'stench'.

OOC: Go, go, Gadget-completely pointless, "I'm still here" post!

Jam remained leaning against her support wall both at Rock's request for grunt work, and at Rekk's delegation of said grunt work to his little robot assistant (which she briefly and irreverently pondered to cost of). She seemed only mildly interested in the task at hand, with the majority of her focus befalling the EMSing simian. With raised brows, but nary a word, she peeled herself off the wall, and fell into line immediately behind the utilitarian cat, lightly nudging Rock with a passing elbow as she went.

Tracer and Archer meanwhile might have been surprised to find that they weren't arriving at a barren, undefended underground mess of empty hallways, but instead a facility with the highest level of defense seen anywhere outside of old (now-defunct) Prison Island. The second they both emerged, they found opposition.

Targeting lasers settled on both as they faced down the trio of hulking mechanical opponents: B-3x "Hot Shot" walkers. Standing proud with armored missile pods high on their shoulders, gatling guns on their noses in front of their armored glass canopies, and beam cannons slung under their fuselages, they were ready and waiting to welcome the guests with a unified barrage of missiles and plasma blasts. The vehicles were powerful, for sure, but slow as Christmas.

Fight or flee? If their selected option was the latter, the duo's only point of escape and progress was not far past the walkers in the form of a huge, metal security door with four large bolt mechanisms, one to a corner. It was a pretty standard setup for GUN facilities, and wouldn't stand up to high firepower strategically placed in the right spots.

It may have seemed lucky for Rekk, Rock and Jam that the elevator doors would soon be turned to smoldering slag, but that wasn't taking into account that they too would have to survive the multitudinous explosions, and find a safe opportunity to get out. Yeah, actually, they might've been better off not helping the GUN troops yet.

Tracer turned to face the robots as targeting lasers came to rest on her. After they picked the spots to start launching missile she activated her jump pack to dodge them, but only after the rockets had fired. She left the buck to his own devices as she hopped around in front of the elevators. the rockets pelting the doors and the walls around the elevator. Turning Rock's exit into a fiery mess. Her cannon pivoted down over her shoulder as she came to a stop against the wall to the right of the robots. her targeting display picked her spot and the mean beam cannon fired off a steady beam of energy that ripped through the nose of the first robot and into the sides of the others as the laser swept to the side boring a slash in each robot. While not a big wide beam, the swath of metal carved out compromised the robots, this was going to result in yet more explosions. Tracer did love a good boom.


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"WRRRK--kshk. Blue wings, blue wings, do you copy? I've taken critical damage, over!"

"Roger that, Big Bird--Early Riser, copy, over."

"Tequila Sunrise, copy, over."

"Boys, this is Big Bird. Tequila Sunrise, lead on plan Delta. Plan Delta, empty your LAG pods now, over!"

The two flanking walkers swiveled on tree-trunk legs and targeted... at first what seemed to be nothing, before--with a thunderous roar, the emptied their missile pods at...

The floor and ceiling of the immediate room.

At first the most obvious result would be to cause a cave-in, but as the ceiling began to peel away, it was obvious that the GUN rooms were only a shell in a much larger infrastructure. Vast chasms had been carved out above and below the rooms. The rooms themselves were only framed structures suspended in huge hydraulic cradles that had been designed to protect the installation from earth-quakes. As the shockwaves from the explosions shook the structure, the separate segments of the room the invaders were currently standing in began drifting apart with a scream of twisted metal.

The elevator shaft, still bedded firmly in the rock below and above, creaked menacingly as the chunk of room it was attached to began to drift. The floor between the elevator anteroom and the greater chamber buckled as--now revealed to be comprised of scaled flaps--the doorway between the rooms sheered and slid to accommodate the change.

In very little time, the rest of the floor between the walkers and the intruders had been reduced to shrapnel and pools of slag that littered the dark bedrock, far below.

"Retreat! Go go go go!"

The hot-shots began to lift into the air as the floor underneath them bent away dangerously. After a few errant twists, they turned their attention to the rest of the room's floor, and began destroying it with a horrifyingly cavalier approach to equipment. Cannons blazing, they shredded and vaporized anything that looked like it could be stood on or pushed off of, rapidly increasing the now massive gap between Tracer, Archer, and the Elevator on the one side, and the distant blast doors on the other.

Meanwhile, the walkers--still hovering some distance outside what was now exposed as a bunch of free-suspended boxes held together by universal joints. Were steadily moving outwards to flank the gap. The injured walker piloted by 'big bird', apparently the squadron leader, retreated past the end of the hall and moved onwards, away from the fight scene.

As it flew on to some distant destination, its engines illuminated other parts of the structure that had not previously been lit up. The exteriors of the rooms--far from being featureless metal skins, were in fact covered in gantries and pipes and service ducts, and as the full extend of the outside was revealed, it became quite apparent that anyone of a sufficiently determined mind could, with a little effort, traverse the whole structure without once setting foot inside it.