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| Author: | psikeout [ Wed Oct 31, 2012 10:06 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
Rock examined Geoff for a moment, head to toe, as if evaluating his condition. Was he determining whether or not the hedgehog was "spin-worthy" anymore? It did seem like the enemies were lined up for bowling, but... it didn't even take a second glance to confirm that his unlikely ally was in no such condition. Then again, did it matter? They were in no position to play it safe, and Rock only had one grenade left to his name. The primate stepped up beside the hedgehog and regarded him with a sideways look, both brows raised just so. The Egg Gunners were turning their direction and readying their weapons as the trio approached. "Got one more spin left in you?" |
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| Author: | Sheff [ Wed Oct 31, 2012 11:09 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
It was Geoff's turn then to give his own glance to the monkey, seeming to silently ask if Rock was in the right position to even question his condition. Personal vendettas went unmentioned, however, as his features gradually became hidden beneath crystal that appeared to crawl across him at a slower pace than usual. What was left to see for the moment being was a contemplative stare towards the waiting line of 'bots, weighing the consequences of what might occur if he attempted to act upon Rock's suggestion. "...hell, I don't see why not." In a grunt of effort, Geoff pulled ahead with an accelerating sprint, closing the distance between he and the Gunners. One shoulder was angled forward as he bent himself into a stiff charge, protecting his sling-held arm. The intention was that any obligatory gunfire would only meet his armored good side, preserving as much as he could. Closer and closer he came, the distance far greater than it would be if he were in a healthier state, yet he was not deterred by any sort of pain. Finally, he was dashing forward in a swirl of green after an aggressive dive. A trail of glowing sparks marked his path, a sort of fierceness in the spin as he pushed it to its limits, barreling right into the concentrated core of the Gunners. |
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| Author: | psikeout [ Thu Nov 01, 2012 12:07 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
And so began the sprint. Doorways and intersections whizzed past as they ran as fast as their feet would carry them as their foot-race through the corridors, streaked with gunfire and dotted with robotic threats, became more and more of a gauntlet. Geoff's injuries may have made his spins and jumps laborious, but they were still enough to crush most of the robots the Typhaon had to offer without even losing momentum; similarly, it only took a single well-placed shot from Rock's CT-E pistol to pop an Egg Gunner's head off its shoulders, or a shoulder off its torso, for that matter. "Jam," called Rock over his headset. "I need you to backtrack to your fighter and help us make sure the area's clear," he explained, short of breath, but far calmer than he should have sounded, like he was trying to keep all the havoc reined in. "I gotta borrow it. Mine broke." The timer was nearing the four minute mark. Rock's navy-blue spacesuit was pockmarked with blackened marks from hits he'd taken along the run, but he showed no sign of slowing yet. "Copy that?" |
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| Author: | Mie [ Thu Nov 01, 2012 12:51 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
There was static. A lot of static in response, but not of the dead line sort. More of the driving with the top down sort, or more aptly, brawling one's way through a moshpit of robots while spattering snarling blasts of electricity, ebbing and flowing intermittently with the constant crackling simmer punctuated with huffs, grunts, growls, and thuds. "C-- NRRRGH." Jam's split-second distraction had cost her a fairly solid wallop upside her electrified head, which she returned with a venomous backhand that just didn't care, and frankly, shouldn't have exploded with white hot light and a skull-rattling *BZZZZRT!* on impact the way it did. "I copy," replied Jam in a tone that was both haggard and furious; though running never really winded her, she panted as though she was, her voice shaking with her pounding footsteps. "M'on my way. Caruso, hold down the fort -- I'll be back as soon as I can." She made it back to her downed fighter both surprised that she'd remembered how to get to it, and that she'd arrived so quickly compared to how long it'd seemed to take to make it to the lab. But as was par the course, there was always more to be surprised about. "Rock," she radioed, as she swept the area with a glance. "Looks clear here. What's your ET--" More static. Loud, angry, dropped-a-chunk-of-ice-in-hot-oil static. And swearing. That was a good sign. Three Egg Gunners had come from nowhere (erm, the other side of the jet), and gotten in one good sucker punch of a shot while the simian girl's attention had been elsewhere. It went without saying that the evening's activities had successfully taxed the hell out of her shield, what it could take, and more importantly, what it could stop. Jam was faintly smoking from somewhere on a very nearly incessant basis; scorch marks not unlike large cigar burns dotted her suit here and there, and she wasn't without her share of scratches and scuffs, either. But her fatigue made her desperate -- sloppy, for sure, but possibly more dangerous as well, as she lobbed a watermelon-sized ball of plasma at the offending marksbot without any apparent concern beyond surviving the next minute. She wobbled and staggered the instant the mass of CE left her hand, but as it combusted squarely in the center of the trio, sizzling and spitting like a sedan-sized bug zapper, she straightened affectedly with an indignant sniff and a dry gulp. "Now it's clear." |
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| Author: | Rusty [ Thu Nov 01, 2012 2:27 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
Jam didn't get a reply from Green, for the record. By the time she started to make her exit, he seemed to have been encapsulated by the moshpit of badbots. But the sheer sound of destruction coming from where they massed lent evidence that he (as well as the backup Tau had provided for them) was still, in effect, kicking. A lot. She might not have been able to really see him, but he knew how to hold down a fort, and it sounded like that was exactly what he was doing, with gusto. He was literally surrounded by robots, all bent on taking a piece or several out of him, but he appeared no worse for wear as far as movements went. His armor had grown scuffed and blackened with scorch marks, more so than it already was. That wasn't something capable of concerning him, though. The shield had done its job. And then a flailing arm lashed out and sent the thing flying from his grasp. It clattered noisily some distance away after ping-ponging off several robots, which stumbled awkwardly for a brief moment, then continued their advance toward the melee. Immediately after losing it, Green reached around toward his back with his newly-free hand, and within a second he was swinging a tomahawk that glowed orange-hot just as the falchion did. The axe caught a robot in the side, sticking; Green drew it close and pulled, using the momentum to hurl the big thing right into some of its friends. While they bobbled like bowling pins, he cut the legs from another robot with the falchion, hacked at yet another square in the face (sending sparks everywhere), jammed the sword into the legless one's torso as it laid flailing on the ground, promptly beheaded it afterwards, swung both sword and axe up across a robot's entire body, kicked it and sent it into more of its kind, blocked a swing with the tomahawk, countered with a diagonal slash that separated the foe into two whole halves... It was around the part that he got knocked aside the face with a stray round (or not-so-stray, more likely) that he thought of his home up the in cliffs and how nice it would have been to be there right now, maybe reading a book or playing a game with Dizzy... or, well, maybe just the book was okay. I should find a new book to read, he thought while decapitating a robot in grisly form and sending a ghastly spray of oil all over the place. Not that he'd probably get time to read one... He lamented his inability for free time to read in peace these days as he jammed the sword through another enemy and slashed upwards. What was the last book he'd read? Something on inner peace of mind. It was about zen, or something... What was the name of it? He struggled to remember while he hammered the tomahawk into an Egg Gunner several times in utterly barbaric fashion. Well, maybe he'd recall later. |
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| Author: | psikeout [ Thu Nov 01, 2012 5:32 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
If Jam listened, she'd hear a few seconds' worth of rapid, pounding footsteps—lots of them—before a figure suddenly appeared atop the ... "parked" (that was putting it nicely) fighter's fuselage with a clang of his heavy boots before suddenly opening fire. The shots, which rattled off with all the noise of an overzealous firing squad (both from the guy atop the fighter as well as about four surrounding Capsule Troopers he'd collected along the way), went well, well past her, down the corridor and into some distantly approaching machines. Or spare parts, as it were. The crouching shooter was of course Rock, as she surely expected. Who she probably didn't expect was the one green guy who wasn't robotic. Rock knew this, though, and was quick to stand and speak as soon as his helmet folded back and off of his head. "He's helping." Wafting gunsmoke visually punctuated a brief silence. "Didja know Seven's probably blowin' up Central City in three minutes?" Perhaps he hoped that blurt would make it clear exactly why the person they'd come to shoot holes in was suddenly working with them, and delay any dissent until later. |
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| Author: | Mie [ Thu Nov 01, 2012 5:44 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
It was telling that the sudden pounding of footsteps, the clang of metal-soled boots, and the generous disbursement of violence was responded to with slumping shoulders, a sigh, and every other expression of relief applicable; Geoff's presence was the one that made her visually recoil, tensing like a spring, as her flighty eyes darted back and forth between him and Rock. "That explains a lot," she answered stiffly, dropping her guarded posture (mostly). She looked away from the hedgehog, and back to other monkey. "What do you need me to do?" |
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| Author: | Sheff [ Thu Nov 01, 2012 6:28 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
Geoff had approached the ceaseless sprint with a brutal ferocity, his body an endless windmill of sharpened quills and blunt impacts for the near entirety of the trek. Multitudes of robots fell in shredded heaps, leaving behind only sparking corpses of metal and scattered shards of his particular green rock in the wake of the one-'hog rampage. Such tasking activity for the injured individual only seemed to form into a dull focus, busy only with which bullet-spewing obstacle he was required to rip through next, paying no mind to what extended damage he was bring to himself. Each new wave of Gunners met only this reckless behavior, providing the distraction needed for Rock to make his own respective damage before Geoff lurched off ahead to spearhead the next assault. So it was the unfortunate fruits of such extensive labor that Jam perhaps managed to see on the hedgehog upon his arrival; a haggard figure of charred rock and freshly-opened wounds, ladened with clinging bits of metal, electronics, smears of oil, and what appeared to be streaks of his own blood. Certainly a worst sight than that of his sudden traveling companion, but only one amplified by his previous condition. He only offered apathy in the brief glance he shared with the redder primate, probably brought along by the harrowing ordeal he'd just fought his way through. If he had still been intent on sparking a fire between he and either of the monkeys, he wouldn't have been this far along with Rock (of all people) in the first place. For the moment being, he remained silent. |
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| Author: | psikeout [ Thu Nov 01, 2012 9:42 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
Rock stood there on the nose of the aircraft, just a couple of feet from the raised canopy, staring down at Jam with a frown. For the first time in a long while, he looked unsure. He stepped off, dropped in front of her and grabbed one of her hands. His brows raised and eyes widened in the way one looks when about to sigh and relay bad news. "I'm... gonna need you to make sure that you, Green and Tau take the teleporter outta here." He paused, and glanced over his shoulder. It was a genuine kind of pause, as if he'd really forgotten Geoff and Fenn for a second. "... And these guys, too." He looked back at her again. "Just tell'em the 'reinforcements' plan is off and we're chalkin' the Typhaon up as a loss." |
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| Author: | Mie [ Thu Nov 01, 2012 9:54 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
Jam looked as though she would have liked to argue. Her chin jutted out defiantly under her wrinkled brows; she looked plainly unsettled not by the orders themselves, but the way they were given, and it was clear she understood the implications well enough. Through her frown, she nodded anyway, with the deepest reluctance possible. "Okay... I will. And-- and you'll follow us out in this," she said, jerking her head towards the aircraft. She looked back with pleading, pushy, prying eyes; they said lie to me. Gulping, both her hands squeezed his, and she asked, "Right?" |
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| Author: | psikeout [ Fri Nov 02, 2012 12:26 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
Meanwhile, Rock's face, with one brow arched and one corner of his mouth pulled back and tight, replied: are you nutty? "I ain't backtrackin' all the way to the labs while this place is blowin' up," he blurted candidly. "You go through the teleporter and shut it off fast. The cannon's huge — fluted for heat dispersion. I'm flyin' out the barrel." He glanced over his shoulder. The clock was still ticking. "Look, don't freak out, we gotta hurry. You guys gotta hurry, make sure the labs are clear. Here." His black-gloved hand pulled free of hers, and worked with the other to hastily unfasten his dogtags and replace them around her neck. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek as he did. "They're sentimental," he huffed quickly with reassuringly raised brows. "I'll expect'em back, so I'll be back for'em. A'right?" |
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| Author: | Mie [ Fri Nov 02, 2012 1:14 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
Was it really any surprise that Rock's outlandish plan did little to allay the concern plastered all over Jam's face? Feebly, she chanced a ghost of a half grin, as if testing waters; waiting for him to crack, and tell her that he was kidding when she knew perfectly well -- forebodingly well -- that he wasn't. When he bequeathed her his dog tags, she merely looked grave, nodding once, slowly. In the same motion, she dipped out of the gem around her neck, and pressed it into Rock's hands, and her lips to his in a proper parting that lingered longer than they could really afford. "This, too," she whispered, steeling herself as she pulled away, her hands slipping from his; her backwards canter turned reluctantly into a jog. "Be safe." |
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| Author: | psikeout [ Fri Nov 02, 2012 4:33 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
He was left standing there a little longer and a little more stupefied than he should have been, first looking at her, then down at the pendant Jam had left with him; it was almost as if her own departure was all that reminded him he had something to do. A tap of a button and his helmet unfurled from his life support pack, unfolded, and clasped around his head once more. His voice, harsh and electronic again, blurted a "You too," and with but a turn and a hop, he vaulted into the cockpit, took his seat, and started the fighter up. "It's all just survival, now," called Rock to Geoff as his canopy whirred quietly under the noise of the whooshing engines and began to lower shut. "You make sure my people get through that teleporter, and I'll do my part for yours down in Central City." The nearest display read 00:02:37 as the battered, shambling Chimera fighter lifted unevenly off the ground. Another wave of robots could be heard coming from behind them—the slower units, gaggles of Egg Pawns & Knights, and assorted older models, none of whom had managed to keep up with the fast-flying interceptor-like Gunners, were finally catching up. The remaining group, if they chose to flee straight to the lab, would have a minute or so before they'd have to deal with the incoming forces. |
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| Author: | Sheff [ Fri Nov 02, 2012 6:13 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
Geoff's silence remained throughout the two's farewells, even giving a respectful turn away when things became more sentimental. His thoughts instead focused on that of the moment of recovery granted to him, however brief it may have been. The few seconds were maybe a bit worse on him than they should've been, his wounds blazing in a painful echo now as the sprint and the corresponding violence caught up with him. The hedgehog's attention only reeled back in once Rock addressed him, the agreement clear. A solemn nod was his only reply, lacking words on which the other could depart with. Whether this was due to a clashing opinion of the primate or his fatigued mind, he couldn't tell. He watched as the aircraft began its departure before turning on a heel and pursuing after Jam. |
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| Author: | Mie [ Fri Nov 02, 2012 7:06 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
Once Jam had turned away the entirety of her resolve to stick to the plan rested heavily on not turning back, so it was with a detached sort of focus that, after she'd fastened Rock's memento around her neck, she increased her pace. "I'm not sure how hurt you are," she told Geoff without looking at him, as her trot segued into a sprint. There was an immeasurably subtle, and even more unnatural note of apology to her tone. "But I can't not ask for everything you've got right now. Priority one is getting off this boat, and things are ugly up ahead. I know you can handle yourself." "And you," she added, almost as an afterthought, throwing a wary glance back to the panda. "Just try to stay close." With that, the singed and sore simian shot off in a light-accompanied burst of acceleration, hurtling back towards whatever remained of the labs. "Caruso, we're gettin' out, you copy? Me, Hawkins, some a' your men, and another guy're headed your way. Try and pave us a path to the teleporter. You too, Tau. Pack it up." |
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