I can not believe the ill-fated timing of this attack, curse you Ballpoint. Frost is conducting a scan to find out what I broke fighting to get back here. i'm going to record the data as best I can however there were more important things at the time, like survival.
I had just left Splint's office, foul luck he wasn't in and barely an eighth of the way back down to my lab, the alarm got sprung, at first I was expecting another siege or ambush, but it was Ballpoint contractors, hunting down well us, and by us I mean Parasol agents. Of course I found this out shortly before a pair of the hired thugs round a corner and nearly slam into me, needless to say those hand to hand tactics i'd been training with Vanya paid off as I able to "permanently disable" one before the other managed to draw a butterfly knife on me, evidently some of these thugs knew how important it is to keep our tech level out of sight of "developing" cultures, while others like this pair didn't, however his choice of weapon was inspired more by film than skill and after the fool cut himself he learned why you keep your eyes on your enemy, it was a costly lesson to him in the form of becoming the humanoid verison of a shield as I shoulder checked and charged him to the edge of the stairwell, where luck would have it Wari was engaged with more of the Contractors, one of these had a old M-109 Railgun a Gun that I prefer as it has a better sight than the M-127 however he was using those sights to try and shoot Wari, however he adverted his aim when the butterfly-fellow cried out, all his adverted aim did was ensure the railgun landed near me as I Crushed two people between the unforgiving stone walls of Spearbreakers and my own 345 pound self, The others of the group stunned by a ten and a half tall dwarf preforming the classic "Bull Rush" manuveur was just what Wari ordered as she managed to deal with the remainder of the group as I ensured Butterfly and Mr Classic didn't get back up with some M-109 assistance. Wari as luck had it, had just escaped a different group and was Trying to Find Vanya, she meant to tell me more but the arrival of six more contractors made me shove her into cover as I drew their attention away from her, as I made a Tactical Withdrawal. This is where things got interesting as I went from barely defensable postion to just slightly better (or worse) postions, running into other defenders [damn near tripped over Talvi but I doubt she noticed, seemed hellbent to get somewhere] until I found myself fighting in the hallway to the Hospital with eighteen Contractors pinning me down in the doorway to the Hospital.
And my Salvation arrived, in the one form i had hoped never to confront face to face. My Salvation was one I had arranged to have a Accident, the very one who's blood was cricital in the formation of the FS-1.
My Salvation was Fischer, and the Holo-vids don't do her justice, nine of them fell before they reliazed that Fischer and her squad were upon them the other group, (thankfully with only a single M-127) tried to engage Fischer at range as she shoved a tenth soldier down, her squad finished off the eight before the one called Jack Managed to Assist me from prying my injuried carcass out of the doorway.
The Tenth Soldier was being held by members of her squad I could barely recall then, however the soldier punched one in the face and without even being phased the squad-member [as I recall now a former overseer who takes punches to the face as a greeting] returned the favor and cracked the Helmet's Visor.
What Accorded next was five minutes ensuring the Ballpoint soldiers had been taken care of before Fischer and her Squad turned to me. I was half expecting to die then, however they quizzed me instead, for those I had taken as Savages they were well informed, they were able to identify my patch as being Parasol. However I was told to patch myself up, and as Fischer put it, "Stay out of Trouble".
I may be twice her Size and near double her weight, but I can now safely admit one thing I thought i'd never say after over Twenty Years of Bio-weapons work.
That Girl, Fischer Scares me.
I need a rather large drink, and scan shows I got off lucky, three broken ribs, two smashed fingers and bruised ego. I'll Survive this mess.
Through the look in Fischer's eyes explained the "odd" behavior I noted in the FS-1, the reason they bunkered around that small mountain-home. They're Guarding it, they're Guarding the Dwarves within.
On the Brighter side however I have this lovely M-109 to clean up while I recover and I think Wari took care of the Ballpoint weapons that didn't match Era [ 9 total not counting my new addition ], however I noticed on my way down the stairs that I'm not sneaking past people as well as I thought I was, Their ignoring me. I have to Think on this reveolation, over some wine... or maybe I sould get some Tropican Spiced Rum sent to me.