Team A and BJim nodded to Milno. If he'd still had lungs and a throat, he'd probably be out of breath. Instead he leaned on the wall for a moment. "Any of you inside: did you see what just happened? Surrender now or I will give you a much, much harsher fate than what these assholes got. Would you like your intestines pulled out through your throat? Or your lungs melted inside your body? No? Then throw down your weapons, come out, and surrender. NOW!" he roared down the hallway. Bravado aside, he needed to rest his head. Or get an aspirin. He remained immobile, leaning on the wall for support for the moment.
I have a massive headache, but I'm lucky I've been 'botted. That first shot would've torn my brain in half if I was still in my original body... they were too dangerous to be left alive. And you heard what they said to Milno; they didn't want to surrender for their own good. It was us or them, and like always I chose us. Feyri, how are you and yours holding up?
HOLY-
Remind me never to piss you off, Jim.
Ascertain whether or not we can still proceed to the Government Sector. Run diagnostics on my prosthetic body.
(you're fine)
"That was hardcore Jim" Turning his attention to Mesk, Bruce asked "You O.k. man you looked pretty fucked up back there."
Get calmed down and sensible.
[Team B Leader=Milno]
"Well, they had it coming." Milno said, simply shrugging before walking forward. "Careful or your brain may explode, Jim."
He takes a look over to Lars, narrowing his eyes and offering his gauss rifle.
"You should leave it to be fixed back on ship. Take this while we're here, but I don't want you drawing any shit on it. Either you return me as clean as you got it or you buy me a new one."
Just keep the motion sensor on and walk towards the barricade if there is no impediment to it. If there is an obstacle to it, just jetpod to vault over to the location the barricade was.
A
Jim
Simus
Bruce
Mesk
Ashley
B
Milno
Lars
May
Thomas
Kyle
Lars frowns at Milno's request. "It seems an insult to Ingram after he and Pathmas saved my life, but I will follow your request.
Accept rifle, follow Milno. Collect broken rifle and see if clip is salvageable.
[Team B Sniper: Thomas: First Barricade]
"Damn... That was loud."
Thomas slowly peeks out of cover, motioning for May to stay back in cover. He tries to get a good look at what just happened, and what's past the barricade.
Considering what any HMRC member goes through, there's not much that could surprise Kyle. What Jim did happened to be one of those things.
"You... just... I don't even know what to say about that...", he trailed off in disbelief. Recovering himself, he followed Milno as per usual.
Milno steps to the side and the huddled masses behind him look around in dim terror and confusion at the empty and now completely ruined and darkened hallway. Lars stares at his shattered gun like a child who dropped his icecream until milno hands him a replacement and Jim screams death threats down the hall, despite being in no shape to follow up on them. Mesk staggers to his feet, still getting used to his new nerves, and coughs out a handful of shrapnel. He's fine, however his suit has a rather large tear right in the throat region.
As a team they move forward, lamps on, down the hall until they reach the remains of the barricade. The door beyond the barricade has been blown open, heavy steel folding out into the room beyond. The room beyond is rather massive, more a great underground pavilion then a room. The Ceiling is completely covered in a video or holoscreen of some sort, displaying a blue sky with a radiant and massive yellow sun crawling northward toward an implied horizon. The sky in the distance is already beginning to fade a gentle red. The pavilion itself appears to consist entirely of three large multi-level buildings and a central courtyard area. The buildings are of an odd sort, they look like the result of The gilded age getting drunk and mating with the Italian Renaissance: All buttresses, arches, tall glass windows and columns, everything coated in complex molding like they were attacked by whitewashed ivy. Some of their great windows are broken and the phrase "Blueshirts" has been scrawled randomly on them and everything else.
The central courtyard area is in terrible disrepair, it's plants long dead but decaying very slowly thanks to the otherwise sterile environment. Concrete benches and statues turned over or broken into pieces, fountain dead with the figure at it's apex, a woman pouring water from a seemingly infinite pot, smashed and the upper half gone. Tied to the lower levels of the multi-teired statue are men, men in what look like fine clothing, though it is torn and spraypainted blue. They hang limply, arms and legs bound to the structure, pulled spread eagle.
It is very quiet.
Teams C an D
Take all the weapons and ammo lying around, give a weapon and ammo to anyone who asks. Keep going in front of the rest, play blatant lies.mp3 whenever entering a room.
((Haven't had time to read all the posts, so I don't really know what everyone is doing. Will catch up asap)).
Stacy, Team C Physimancer, Hallway to PD.
"Well, that worked, I suppose. Horribly painful for them and now I have a bit of a migraine, but it worked."
Examine the charred corpses for any distinguishable marks of identification. Follow behind the team through the door.
"My first day and I've already killed nine people. People who probably killed the previous law enforcement officials and took their stuff, but still, living people. It feels strange, you know. Never actually killed a person before. Not directly, anyway. Hopefully the others will surrender now that their long range advantage is nullified."
Stacy thought for a second, then said to the rest of the team:
"We should probably work out some kind of civilian rescuing protocol now in order to avoid pointless deaths. For one, how many warnings do we give before we start to kill people? That seems kind of important. Also, we should elect a speaker for both teams, otherwise we'll just end up screaming over one another."
Team C - Feyri Nirel ; Armed Mercenary ; At the closed door of ye Police Station with the phrase BLUESHIRTS all over it.
"Definitely human dissent. I guess whatever happened here is all the cause of this tension...Team A/B, what have you got? Jim? I...saw that. That was..."
Are you OK?
Feyri averted her gaze at seeing the bodies, carrying one of the rifles and requesting her character sheet before speaking.
"Blueshirts is another term for police or law enforcement, as far as I recall Bishop. Usually had those kinds in my...colony back in the day."
Miyamoto ; Radio Controlled
Stacy ; Harry Baldman
Feyri Nirel ; Tiruin
Pancaek ; Pancaek
Flint ; Parisbre56
Name:Flint - Team C - PD entrance
"Hey team, did anyone else feel a tremor? Let's hope it's not an earthquake."
Take any and all civilian weapons and ammo except for the sniper rifle. Try to take them before someone else does. If the door doesn't open use the chisel to make a handhold for Miyamoto like last time.
"Police sometimes acts like a gang, caring only for their own. If this IS police we are fighting they are no different then any of the other thugs in this place."
((Holy FUCK you do not piss off Jim, he will freight train the hell out of you with his mind. Guess they knew what they were doing when they cloned that psychic.))
Team D Leader Faith, Police Station
"We should... probably give them a chance to surrender," Faith commented, looking at the door. "Plus, if they didn't hear us coming in they're not going to hear us now."
Setting her speakers back up, she thought about an appropriate message.
"Attention citizens, this is a rescue force with orders to evacuate all survivors. Unfortunately many of us are also berserk psychopaths serving an elaborate death sentence by being sent into plague-ridden murderously rioting colonies, and are thus more than willing to butcher anyone who tries to shoot them.
If you would like to be shot in the face by one of our two giant robots, feel free to open fire at your nearest convenience. If you would like to be loaded into an APC and transported elsewhere, please notify us instead."
Diplomacy at the door, then follow everyone in.
Jobasio stepped carefully over the bodies and shuffled to one side, dodging armoured figures and large robotic forms, and knelt by one wall with his rifle trained on the door ahead. His face was ashen.
"Good grief. They didn't stand a chance. What use is marksmanship when you can simply fill the enemy's little base with burning flames?" He absently wiped a bit of greasy soot from his gauss rifle before returning his hand to the barrel.
He forced himself to look at it differently. 'Don't think about that, pay no attention to them. This is a good thing; I am on my first mission and our enemies are using peashooters against a force of robotic death machines and armoured psychics. It's basically free tokens, compared to the stories I've heard.'
Still, it got to him. Were these people the ones responsible for the killing up above, or had they simply barricaded themselves in in terror? They were dying just as badly as the rest, it seemed.
He hoped at least what happened to this lot would convince the rest to surrender peacefully.
>Kneel to one side of the hall, train rifle on the doorway, allow Faith to proceed with diplomacy.
"Holyshitnipplestheylooklikefriedbatcrispies. Fuck 'em."
Grab sniper rifle. Look at area around barricade. See where the firers could have come from. Note entrances or any other vantage points. Note them in the sense that I'm taking aim with my laser rifle at them, if there are any of them. See if the guy with the sniper rifle has any more ammo on him. Loot ammo if he does.
((edit: Ultimate multi-edit combo!!!! Nah, seriously, I'll leave it alone by this point. ))
Team B - Lukas - Entrance to PD
Lukas tries to ignore all the conversation on how to deal with any potential hostilities inside the Policy Department. After the conversation goes on for a while he loses his patience. "Look, let's just keep this simple. We are here to save the civies. For pragmatic reasons I will just consider anyone pointing and shooting a gun at us a non-civy. It's not like killing 10 or 20 of them is gonna bother Civil Defense." Lukas turns to Miyamoto. "You just play that message. I'll shout some warnings as well and let's just get in there and kill every sorry ass m*therf*cker that tries to kill us." Lukas then turns to the rest. "Oh, and don't accidentally shoot me because I'm activating my laser droids. They won't like you hurting me.".
Lukas then activates his laser droids. He shouts/broadcasts "We're coming in! Don't shoot us because we will sure as hell shoot back and we bring a lot of hardware. Uhm...We come in piece." Lukas then kicks in the door to the Police Department having is shotgun ready.
Stacy kneels next to a body and picks over the charred remains for any sort of distinguishing features. The flesh is too burnt to do anything with but the clothing has it's own stories to tell. Most, if not all of them, are wearing what look like body armor of some kind; not very good body armor, but you guess it would probably stop a civilian Gauss pistol round. The word "Police" is written on multiple places on the armor. You dig through their pockets and clothing. Most aren't carrying anything, at least nothing that survived the fire, but a few are carrying badges, real physical badges. One man is carrying three of them in his pockets, while most are carrying one or none at all. How strange.
As Stacy picks over the bodies for clues Sambo, Flint, Feyri and Miyamoto fight over the weapons like starved vultures squabbling over zebra entrails. Sambo snatches up the Sniper rifle while Feyri manages to get a single rifle and Flint and Miyamoto both horde a rifle and 3 pistols a piece.
Mean while, covered by Jackinthebox, Faith yells diplomacy at the door and Lukas yells death threats before putting one big metal foot into the entrance. He succeeds only in jamming his foot right through the seam of the door and getting it stuck, trapping himself there on one foot, holding a shotgun and trying to look threatening.
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