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| Author: | Rusty [ Fri Nov 02, 2012 9:00 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
"I think I can manage that," was the reply over Jam's communicator. ... Which was followed by the afterthought, "Be careful not to trip over all the dead things." They'd discover soon, if not already, there were kind of a lot of eviscerated robots laying around. What remained of the army of enemy foes had dwindled steadily but surely, even as the machines continued to pour into that space that was his battlefield. But with boundless energy, as well as enthusiasm for sticking a sword in things, Green handled the horde pretty well for someone who was more or less alone, save for what remained of Tau's backup. The mass was still sizable by the time Jam and everyone else neared the scene, but the four Capsule Troopers she had brought with her raced with almost tangible glee into the melee, unleashing one big combination of swords, tomahawks, and warhammers. What was left of the enemy 'bots went down fast. "This way," Green began, before noticing an anomaly. "Where's Ro--" "Taking a different route," Phobia answered, more or less so the punch-hued primate wouldn't have to. Green shot him a look, but did not argue. He spun about and charged ahead of the group, but not so fast that they'd get left behind--and not so fast that he didn't get one more swing of the blade in, beheading yet something else. Anything that happened to get in his way would answer to several flashes that were the smoldering weapons alight in his steel hands, and whatever he missed got inevitably mopped up by the battle-crazy (and maybe just a bit crazy) Captroops in his wake. |
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| Author: | Sheff [ Sat Nov 03, 2012 12:52 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
"Figured I'd have to get a few more scrapes before this is through," was Geoff's grunted reply towards Jam, just managing to keep up with her in his present state. "Already look like $%@& anyway." At least his stubborn perseverance was good for one thing; it kept him moving. Through all the trials of his recent life, he'd never just rolled over in defeat, and it wasn't happening here either. Pain could hinder, but it still could be ignored, and it was with this state of mind he soldiered on with. Besides, he was given another task — a trade, even — and he intended to stick it through. Fortunately, other matters also proved to be suitable distractions from his current well being... 'other matters' being the weapon-wielding barbarian of a robot emerging from his own lair of artificial corpses. If it weren't for the fact he lacked on reserves, Geoff would have dedicated a fair amount of energy towards a genuine look of bewilderment (with a slight dash of awe) towards the CT. Yet, it was only a brief flicker on his otherwise haggard features, perhaps just settling with the belief that he'd seen all sorts of spectacles that one more shouldn't take much priority, even when that said spectacle wielded a tomahawk and seemed to have enthusiastically thrown itself into a few wars. At least he and the motley crew of personalities that followed were wiping the floor with what still resisted, saving Geoff for a few moments from anymore tasking efforts as he followed their cut path. |
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| Author: | NPC [ Sat Nov 03, 2012 8:19 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
There soon came a moment of respite for the Jam, the General, Geoff, Fenn, and the CTs. Through some combination of raw brutality and pragmatic application of their respective abilities (that being raw brutality in Green's case), they had flattened all opposition. There were still pursuers coming along behind, but they hadn't caught up yet. The remaining blast doors leading into the lab slid open, granting access for the ragtag warriors. "Enter quickly," said Tau's disembodied voice over the PA. "There is another... issue in need of resolution." Rather than just a laboratory, it was more aptly a deck of the ship all its own, a research wing, if you will. It thus far seemed largely unaffected by the peril of the rest of the ship, showing no scarring of warfare through its corridors, but, as they continued to the main research center (where the teleporter was supposed to be set up), it became evident that there was something wrong: One door, off to the side of the huge, gleaming-white room of computers, consoles, sterile countertops, and complex equipment, was a set of double doors with a huge, blackened mark on the wall to its side, as if the console used to open it had been absolutely fried. Whatever had happened there, not much else seemed affected; a couple CTs (or rather, a CT and Sawbones, who merely bore a token resemblance to a CT) continued dutifully configuring and tuning the teleporter pad. "The digital fabrication center has been compromised as of approximately five minutes ago," stated Tau again, his position still uncertain. "I assume some form of unauthorized fabrication is underway, but all monitoring in the area has been disabled, and the blast door has proven impervious to available weaponry and security subversion methods. Be advised to watch for for incoming unknown hostiles. I am en route to assist." |
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| Author: | Mie [ Sat Nov 03, 2012 8:52 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
Grateful though she was for Phobia's timely intercession, between both of their busy schedules, Jam never really got the time to show it. Though Green and his men had compounded with Tau's and dealt with their opposition thoroughly, it became apparent upon entering the lab that, if only for them, things could never be that simple. The worn and weary monkey, still lightly sparking involuntarily, held her breath as she waited for the inevitable bomb to drop, but kept superfluous commentary to herself. She couldn't help the frown that curled the corners of her mouth at the sight of blackened console by the doors, and it tugged ever more steeply at Tau's explanation. "Okay," Jam prefaced as evenly as possible, addressing the group at large. "Just to make sure everyone's on the same page, here, Seven is in charge. He's the one who's been responsible for all our little security niggles, it'd seem. So now, he's got control of the ship, and apparently," she flopped a frustrated hand at the doors in a tired-looking gesture, "he's making us a present." It was more an evaluation than anything else. Her brow creased and wrinkled as she considered the situation. "Okay... Okay. 'Five minutes ago' prrrobably gives us a few seconds, maybe a minute at best before whatever he's Frankensteined together busts in here to make a mess of all our gooey centers. You two:" The simian girl took an indicative step in the direction of the diligently working CT/I-Can't-Believe-It's-Not-CT duo. "We have an ETA on the teleporter's viability?" |
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| Author: | psikeout [ Mon Nov 05, 2012 8:14 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
Elsewhere, a damaged fighter proved it could pick itself up again. At the behest of its pilot, it aligned itself with the corridor once more, and took off, away from the others. The engines sparked and shot, and it lurched and bobbed in the air. Jam had done a number on it. Rock gripped the controls tightly. There wasn't time to adjust anything or figure out what was wrong; he just had to react and deal with it. Wasn't that how it always was? React and deal with it. The metal hallways echoed the fighter engines strangely. Open spaces dropped the roar to silence; enclosure through narrow sections made it rage briefly like grating steel. Harsh sounds bled together, though. His radio fuzzed with unnatural static. It sounded like murmuring, mumbling, indistinct noises, but very synthesized and artificial in nature, like a very quiet recording that had been artificially boosted until overdriven, but still played back... quietly. The cannon's core was not far away, but he was forced to slow when every single light went out, pitching that part of the ship in complete darkness. The primate's face remained lit only by his own orange console and HUD. He quickly turned on his fighter's forward-facing lamps. It cast the uneven, junky, machinery-laden architecture into the contrast of long shadows and stark, artificial light. The fighter's vectorable thrust applied more energy downward to stay aloft at what would otherwise be well under stalling speeds. Radio mumbling began to sound like forced breathing. The interference was not natural; Rock's hair stood on end inside his helmet as he felt something... strange wash over. He adjusted his radio's volume. The sound didn't change. He muted it entirely. The sound didn't change. The sound was not coming from his radio. It wasn't a sound. "... you can hear me, can't you? You can hear me. I see your face." The static took on a siren-like tone. Rock winced and squinted, and the aircraft lurched along with him. "I knew it. You can hear me now that you're close. You're such a freak." Rock kept flying without answering Seven's inexplicable, distorted mental intrusion. "Don't ignore me. I'll do something terrible." The white primate's eyes flicked around the cockpit in silence, before focusing solidly on the path ahead again. He finally answered aloud. "I usually try not to answer voices in my head." "I knew you could hear me," replied Seven with more excitement. "You shouldn't be able to, but you can. We're in this together, aren't we?" Rock didn't answer. He unmuted his communicator and tried radioing Jam and the General instead. *** There in the laboratory, the crap was officially going down. Jam's question had only received an answer of "soon," when, lo and behold, soon was also the ETA of impending doom for Earth, and their deadline for being off that ship before it needed to explode. Worse yet, the doors to the digital fabrication center were opening. Lo and behold, behind the door were... Capsule Troopers. Unpainted, unfinished, most lacking helmets or other adornments, with a stiffness of movement and deadness of gaze from eyes lacking any glow of an Intellidrive, these were but husks of CTs, assembled using the very same data Tau had collected to build Sawbones and the related new-CT-body prototypes. One of them, however, looked alarmingly like General Green—nigh identical, save for its lack of battle damage. It even carried a long, thin, sharp blade in each hand. Perhaps Tau had recorded just a little more research than he ought to have. "Hey Caruso," Rock suddenly piped up over their radios, "how close are you to gettin' outta there? I'm almost to the core, and—" "Don't ignore me, freak!" the boy blurted louder, voice grainy and far away, but suddenly that much closer. It was coming through the radio too, now, creating a grievous echo for the primate and a noisy distraction for all the others to hear. Apparently, they were joining in on the middle of a conversation already in progress. "You're a monster like me. You and your friend. Your robot friend." "Shut up. Caruso, do you copy—" "No! 'Caruso' doesn't copy $%@&! You listen to me now! I know what you're thinking, I can hear it just like you hear me! You think I'm a freak, but you're worse! Worse than I ever was! This is monster against monster, now." "Oh, good god. How long have you been sayin' crap like this? You think it's cute or somethin'?" spat the primate tiredly. "Stop being #$*^ing coy for a second, and clear the air before you die, friggin' again, and just spill it if you think you actually know somethin' about me already. Tell the whole ship! I'm tired of hearin' you hint and nudge and wink and bull%#*$." The team of four Capsule Troopers plus one deadly, imitation General, all lunged at the party, and, more importantly, at the unprepared teleporter, right in the middle of the rather inconveniently-timed conversation. They seemed intent on destroying it. "Alright! Alright," blurted Seven through suddenly off-kilter laughter. "I'll say it! For the benefit of friends and family, here's the gospel truth! You are nothing, nothing but a Capsule Trooper in a monkey suit. You're not real, you're soulless, and your consciousness is in a piece of radioactive machinery. You're as alive as I am. Which is dead." Air puffed out Rock's nostrils and his head lulled back on his shoulders in the nature of one weary of dealing with a precocious child. "Close," he sighed, "but backwards. Capsule Troopers are me. ... In a robot suit." He said it so matter-of-fact that if he was affected by this big, personal discussion in any way he didn't show it at all. "And we're all. alive. It doesn't matter whether or not they're clones. It's what they've done with their lives that makes them who they are, and what you've done with yours that makes you the loser. Always." "Loser. Loser? No, you just don't know what I've done. You wanna know? I'll show you, and then we'll see who thinks who's the loser here. Just what did you think that countdown meant, anyway?! You see some numbers and you just freak out!" The ever-present countdown clocks, which had just ticked to their last minute, suddenly scrambled and started showing letters, numbers, meaningless symbols, and everything. The countdown was dead. "Predictable. It's great. No, get ready for this." |
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| Author: | Sheff [ Mon Nov 05, 2012 10:37 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
Geoff had waited wearily for the eventual opening of the door, Jam's general assessment being for the sake of the others. Whether the presence of Seven was much of a shock to the rest of their company was lost on him, all energy focused onto preparing himself for whatever was about to be unleashed. The results were not as elaborate or dangerous as he'd imagined, but the hedgehog wasted no time on pondering over Seven's choice of lackeys. Feet pounded with the last few dregs of willpower he could muster, cutting off a Trooper's path to the teleporter with a rocky ram of his shoulder. As much as he would have liked for the maneuver to end in a significant advantage, the CT only wobbled out of its interrupted approach, immediately swinging around with a deadly looking barrel of some advanced, energized shotgun. As the weapon blazed to life in a crackle of green, Geoff attempted to stagger out of the way, fragile crystal hastily forming. The blunt of the damage slammed into the protective rock, but the rest hit true with teeth-bearing pain. Flesh had been exposed and now dealt with the consequences. His broken arm dangled freely, its sling nothing more than tattered, burnt shreds. Geoff launched forward before another shot was fired, his one good fist crunching with a dull impact against the CT's head. There was barely a scratch. It returned with more intensity, now tapered to a crystalline point. A satisfying puncture was not received, but a notable dent and a backwards stagger was what he got. The robot had nary a second to recover before yet another jab was given, its assaulter relentless with his approach. Crystal cracked, crumbled, then reformed in quick succession, straining the hedgehog but causing whatever managed blasts of the shotgun to only glance off without effect. The CT's constant backwards shuffle proved to be its literal downfall as Geoff's aggression increased, a well placed boot of crystal on robot legs and the resultant flailing landing the product of Seven right on its back. One small leap later, the quilled individual was bearing down like a saw blade onto the helpless Trooper, whirling into a vortex of sharpened rock. The green sphere of a hedgehog only scraped against the CT until more velocity was applied. First, an optic popped, then the other before Geoff truly began to dig in with a screeching crescendo of gashed metal. By the time he staggered away, the CT was nothing but a tattered excuse of its former itself, sparking in defeat. Another whir of spinning quills only signaled the pursuit of one of its brethren. |
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| Author: | Rusty [ Tue Nov 06, 2012 3:23 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
While they waited for the teleporter to become operational, Green and his party stood taking in the sudden respite, content to be silent as Jam explained the dire circumstances of their situation. The Capsule Troopers listened with what might have been intent or focus, but if they were in any way troubled by what they heard, it didn't show. Once the explanation had concluded, they just stared at one another. Somewhere to one side, the countdown did not go unnoticed; the gravity of the predicament was dawning on them. At least they looked the part for the apocalypse. "I don't really understand all the hubbub about the end of the world," mumbled Magnet to the others. "You would think people would get over it and stop trying to bring it about but no. It's like they just want to see what happens for curiosity's sake." "I wouldn't go that far," said Slaw. "Some people are really bitter about things. Like... coupons that have already expired when you get them." "That's stupid." "Well that's why I would try to end the world." "Enough," said Green, quiet voice demanding more order than a deafening scream. The others hushed up immediately. "Don't be concerned. It's your own thoughts and actions that undermine your efforts. More than anything else, we're our own worst enemies right now." ... And, of course, right then the fabrication bay doors opened. ... The Capsule Troopers stared at their counterparts. They stared at the very Green-like replica. And then stared at Green, who was distantly making a note to punch Tau in the face the next time he saw him. Somewhere around here, Rock's voice was transmitting over the radio--and then it wasn't. Then it was... Green detected something was very, very amiss. He fixed the others with a look that, while blank, spoke of his profound puzzlement. The others were listening too, but had no answer. They were a little too flummoxed already by the clones. As the conversation played out, Green was thankful he did not have a face capable of transcribing emotion. He stood inanimate even as the general-copy and its brethren burst forward, the former heading straight for him. He remained stationary, unmoving until the clone was right there, then his arms were a flash, steel meeting steel, orange sparks bursting as the blades met the heat weapons several times in succession. The two war machines danced about, meeting each other blow for blow in a spectacular display of ferocity, technique, and patience. The other troopers met their counterparts head-on, one big cornucopia of swinging weapons, blocked hits, counters, misses... Every passing second was consumed by a strike coming and going. At least the green hedgehog guy took care of one in short order, but nonetheless, the fresh machines were tough and stout, and even General Green's men, experienced as they were compared to other Capsule Troopers, were already having a hard time of it. Zesty caught one in the side of the face with his warhammer, the sheer magnitude of the blow sending a grievous bang throughout the whole wing. The newly-made crater went about an inch deep. "Piss," said Zesty aloud in vaguely stunned disbelief, shortly before getting punched square in the head and knocked away. So it went. |
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| Author: | Mie [ Tue Nov 06, 2012 11:04 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
It went without saying that the literal radio drama proved distracting, even bewildering (and oh, let's not forget deeply, disturbingly creepy), but distraction was hardly an affordable luxury at the moment. Jam scarcely had time to really appreciate Seven's choice of armaments when the quintet surged forward. "Keep working!" Jam shouted over her shoulder at Iso and Sawbones, as she burst into a white-hot ball of light, sinking into a defensive crouch in front of them, and uncoiled her chain. Cocky and violent though the primate was known to be, in truth, today -- right now, she couldn't have been more relieved that the wannabe CTs all seemed mostly content to rush their mirror images. The eerie conversation between Rock and his murder victim continued on as something more invasive, and far less ignorable than background noise. Still, she remained vigilantly on-task, cracking crackling lashes and swipes at otherwise occupied unfriendly passersby, but never strayed from the robots she guarded. The primate couldn't help but feel that these... faux-troopers shouldn't have unsettled her as they did; she and hers had the advantage of numbers for certain. Perhaps it was her newly solidified assessment of Seven's tenacity that left her so ill at ease, but there festered a persistent suspicion that the freshly fabricated robots' lack of polish was not to be considered a reflection of their efficacy... |
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| Author: | NPC [ Thu Nov 08, 2012 1:09 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
"Look!" Every monitor in the place showed a satellite image. It was of a great, smoldering crater, smoke so dense that nothing identifiable could be made out. "Mm. Let's back this up so you can see." The picture choppily changed as sequentially prior images were put up one by one until the smoke cloud shrank, and, eventually, it became clear that it was once a city—a city with a humongous, blue beam crashing into its center from orbit, just an instant before it ceased to exist. It was a city by the bay, next to a set of once-majestic, now-wrecked red suspension bridges. "Here's what you must understand," Seven explained in a voice that was suddenly very level, calm, and deliberate. "I only gave you a countdown because I wanted you to see how pointless all this scurrying is. This isn't some story where the good guys beat the clock and save the day at the last minute. This is my story, my world, my ship, and my cannon." Slowly, smugly, and lowly, he added: "And I fired my cannon about five minutes ago." Pause. The lights flickered all around, and everything rattled subtly, much like it had... a little over five minutes ago. "And again just now." The image on the monitors changed. This new city was even less recognizable than the last. "That one used to be Empire City. Now, with G.U.N. dead, it's time to cast our eeeyesss tooo... Well, why don't you guess where?" |
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| Author: | Sheff [ Sat Nov 10, 2012 12:22 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
Even through the evisceration of the duplicate CT, the radio conversation between monkey and boy was never truly lost on Geoff. Every word dripped ominously, and now that he wasn't entangled with an opponent, it was even more apparent as they continued on. Only when Seven threw back the curtain and the conclusion was presented was when the dismay set in. He'd been shambling along in an attempt to continue the fight, but now his eyes were fixated on one of the numerous monitors, witnessing the destruction of his hometown. Mere seconds of concentrated destruction and now only it was only a hole in the ground. Friends, family, everything that held some sort of significance before he was dragged out into the world, gone. All those promised minutes and seconds, the time filled with lingering hope? Just pointless numbers plastered onto a screen, as meaningless as the time they thought they had. The screen shattered. A bitter, uncontrolled roar of rage and loss echoed across the room just before a Seven-built Trooper was sucker-spun by a green missile. A mere second later, another received a swinging spear of crystal to the back, shattering from the force behind it. Geoff was now fully part of the fray, furiously attacking whichever robot drew too close when they weren't busy with Green and his company. Spins, punches, kicks, and every assortment of assault he knew was being thrown, his visage pulled into a vicious snarl as he fought relentlessly, his condition temporarily forgotten. If these robots were the only physical manifestation of Seven, then he would make sure they received what they deserved. |
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| Author: | Mie [ Tue Nov 13, 2012 9:48 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
Compared to Geoff, the simian girl was an ocean of calm, her reaction considerably subdued. Her lower eyelids tightened upward, and she fixed the monitors with a subtly sick glare, but ultimately said nothing. Honestly, she knew that at this point, there was nothing to say; any move to attempt to stop or dissuade Seven, or do anything but leave would only stroke his already purring ego, and further sate his growing appetite for their writhing and squirming under his figurative foot. With half an inhaled breath through her nose that seemed to stall out midway through, Jam steeled herself, waiting tensely for something to happen: Either for Iso and Sawbones to finish, or for something to dare come close enough for her to make it regret it... She could only hope things were going better on Rock's end. "You copy that, Laz?" she asked quietly. "We're held up, here; if you get your shot before we do, take it." |
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| Author: | NPC [ Tue Nov 13, 2012 10:01 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
Sawbones suddenly piped up with a blurt of "Preparations complete" as he stood, turned, drew a prototype beam rifle off his back, and immediately loosed a bright, reddish-pink energized streak on the nearest CT imitation, joining the fight without hesitation. Behind, the portal lit up, and silently waited for someone to step on its pad. "Oh, no, nooo you don't," said Seven with a laugh in his voice. "Blow that junk up. Detonate!" The fake troopers stopped moving. Green's foe was almost instantaneously impaled on a burning sword in its split-second moment of weakness, but it didn't matter; it and all the others emitted a high-pitched whine. An undulating wall of blue surged between the party and the self-destructing robots as the whine piercingly intensified. Behind the teleporter pad stood none other than Tau, at long last, arms outstretched, but... different than usual. Where normally robotic arms would have segued into cold, metal forearms and hands, they instead turned to a blue, liquid nanite gel. The streams curled and stretched about, and the near-opaque substance formed a dome that encapsulated the party, curving and weaving such that it carefully excluded the enemies from its contents. It was a familiar appearance, in a way, right down to the neon-green glow that had taken over the robot's eyes. Where had they seen it before? "Stop, cancel detonation!" blurted the boy's disembodied voice with metallic edge as he somehow "shouted" in a way, despite not being a real, physical being anymore. It was too late for most of the imitators, though. Each exploded one after the other, assailing the watery barrier fiercely, but ultimately without lasting effect. Shrapnel stuck in the rippling surface, and sections solidified, charred, but quickly recovered. Only the severely-damaged false general managed to cancel its self destruction. "Even if you go through that portal, you won't get away," said Seven as his general stood up, and picked up its blades once more. "I'm data, I'm self-replicating. I'm everywhere all over the entire Earth, now." |
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| Author: | psikeout [ Tue Nov 13, 2012 10:31 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
"We'll get rid of all the computers, then," answered Rock. Following another small explosion, Rock's fighter burst out of the darkness into a huge, dim-lit chamber where there rested an enormous mass of machinery. A central structure, made of some sort of combination of ancient and modern technology, stone and steel, circuits and sigils, pedestals and capacitors, filled the space before an open, gaping, octagonal tube, the barrel of the cannon, which jutted through the wall and out of the ship. Pooling below the structures in channels and lakes was some sort of orange fluid, coolant for the gun. It was already sizzling and frothing from the firing the weapon had already done. "Oh, that'll be easy!" sputtered Seven, incredulous. "Here, I'll save you some effort. I'll destroy all of the computers in Spring City for you right now! Might come with a little collateral damage, though, just saying." A white-hot glow seared through the room as the enormous, glass-walled vacuum capacitors lining the perimeter of the chamber began to charge. As Rock's fighter swooped around the outer circle of the room, his mismatched eyes darted around inside his gold visor, taking it all in. The sheer amount of energy in that room was hair-raising; all seven emeralds were at work, tapped at their maximum potential, all together, all at once, charging vessels with electricity for yet-greater all-at-once output than even the emeralds themselves could handle. The capacitors, once fully charged, would hold more electrical potential than the entire planet had likely generated in electrical power since the industrial revolution. He had an idea. He must have. Maybe he just had a vague notion, and a shot in the dark; it was hard to tell right then, as it was ever. Even with no one to watch him, his face remained rigidly intent, unwilling to give details to the bunch of nobody-at-alls that might see. Rock tapped buttons on the console and prepared his weaponry, setting what looked to be some sort of timer. He made one more call. "All of you, get through the portal now," he ordered, his voice beginning to crackle with interference. "Whatever ship you end up on, evacuate immediately. Jam, keep Caruso and Tau close. They might need your protection." The fighter throttled up more; g-forces began to set in as Rock pulled back hard, into a tighter turn, and began to rapidly let loose more of the same squash-head explosive charges he'd used to breach the glass dome of the atrium some minutes ago. This time, he was leaving them stuck on the glowing vacuum capacitors. "... Are you trying to kill yourself in the most bombastic way you... possibly...?" Seven's voice faded uncertainly. "Wait, that's not... That won't work that way." The white glow became unbearably bright. The cannon was about to fire. It was all finally coming to a head. |
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| Author: | Mie [ Tue Nov 13, 2012 10:56 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
There was barely any time to parse Tau's new look, nor to appreciate the fact that they were now, at least physically, mostly unopposed. But that hardly meant they were out of the woods, as the grating, synthetic voice was quick to remind them. Without the benefit of Seven's omniscience, Jam could only guess what Rock was up to, but she was willing to bank on the overwhelming inkling that, like most everything Rock was forced to do in these situations, it was drastic. That being said, she knew better than to waste any more time with questions or arguments. Almost inaudibly, under her breath, she just said, "I love you," before stalwartly segueing to business. "Time's up, people," she called nearly robotically, ushering the group urgently onto the lit pad. "Let's go, now!" "Green, Tau, you heard 'im: Stick close." |
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| Author: | Sheff [ Thu Nov 15, 2012 1:54 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Gathering the ashes / scatter as they blow away |
Just as he was abruptly cut off from the robotic adversaries, so was Geoff's attempted emotional rampage. He heaved in ragged breaths, having only a second before been a reckless attacker and now merely lacking much purpose. The distant (at least to him) commands of each primate only served as reminders for the only action left available to him. There was nothing left to save other than himself. That at least he could succeed with. Shambling towards the teleporter, he exchanged the briefest of glances with Jam before taking the last few steps onto the pad. His look had been dimmed with fatigue and, perhaps more prominently, defeat, something only amplified by his wear and tear. Now he silently waited, prepared for their escape. |
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