radio:I...what in the hell...I'm coming to you; hold on...
stand up and stretch a bit, to see if everything is okay. If it is, go outside and, while staying low, join roger, Miyamoto and the rest of the merry gang
((I can't believe that worked...or did it?))
You get up, stretch to make sure everything is in order, and then head back outside and meet up with Miyamoto and his group.
"Try not to make it worse; broken ribs are like that. Head outside and find Pancaek, inspect him to see how badly he is hurt.
You find pancaek as he leaves his building and give him a medical once over.
[med:2]
In your medical opinion: Eh?
Move back towards the entrance carefully and avoid being seen.
You hobble back to the front door as best you can, trying to be as stealthy as a one legged man clonking away on a metal pole can be.
Continue moving forward, staying in open-air cover (AKA stay the fuck out of the buildings.)
You reach the intersection of 8 and D without any ill effects or sudden robot attacks. About half way down the road between D and E is a blockade, a wall of debris from several felled buildings. You can see something, bipedal somethings, stalking around in the rubble, seeming to shimmer and flicker into and out of existence. To the left, toward 1 you see nothing and to the right toward 7 is pretty much nothing but smoke.
((Shit, it's a homing missile. Those damn builders are responsible for this! I better not get hit, this suit conducts electricity into the wearer after all!))
"FUCK ME! IT'S HOMING!!"
Take off into full on flight for extra speed and weave down into streets and across the rooftops, trying to loose this damn electricity ball. Look for a large bot that I can trick this thing to run into or something!
[aux:4]
You take a running leap off the side of the building and plunge down toward the street, activating your rockets just before hitting and skimming the ground before screaming off down the street. You tear down 8 to E and take a hard left down E toward 1, your exoskeleton scraping concrete and breaking glass as you skim the buildings, barely making the turn. Your teeth rattle and the g forces crush you as you plow straight through the intersection of 1 and E. You look back over your shoulder and see the thing thats pursuing you take the turn onto E toward 1. In the center of a maelstrom of electrical discharge, a hellish st.elmo's fire, is a robot, a barely visible chrome construct coated in what look like dozens of foot long spikes. As you watch two pairs of arms unfurl from it's body, each holding a spike, an electrified rod five foot long.
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